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Lily had no warning when the men came. They showed up wearing
bandanas under their broad-brimmed hats. Three of them, all with
shiny silver Colt revolvers. They could have taken everything. They
could have killed her entire family.
But the
men didn't. They'd burst in through the rickety front door that her
Pa had never got around to repairing. They held her brother and Pa at
gunpoint in the corner while one of them went right to her small
bedroom and found her cowering under the bed.
Lily felt
some amount of embarrassment for herself as she bumped along in the
darkened stagecoach. All the windows were covered, but from the way
the wheels bounced around, she knew they had to be on some old path.
She cursed
herself silently. You're a woman grown, and you hid under your bed
like you were some sort of little girl .
They
hadn't even allowed her to change out of her nightgown into something
more suitable. The first couple hours, while it was still dark and
cold out, had been awfully chilly.
Somehow,
the fact that they hadn't bothered with any good old fashioned
robbery made her even more frightened of them.
What
are they gonna do with me? She thought then of the small stack of
books she kept hidden in her closet. They were all about one thing:
women getting kidnapped.
She
swallowed. She knew what was going to happen. This trio of brigands
was going to take her to their lair. They'd be rough men, with a few
days of hair on their faces and dirt under their nails. She squirmed
on the bench, her body suddenly hot.
Then
they'd take from her what they wanted. Would they all go at once? Or
would they be all organized-like and take turns having a go at her
fresh, young body?
Lily
swallowed. No man had taken what he wanted from her yet. She squeezed
her thighs together.
Sometimes,
late at night when she knew her family slept, she imagined what it
would be like. It made her get wet between the legs to think about
while lying in her bed. Once, she'd dared to slip a finger down
between her lower lips. She'd found something stiff there: a little
button on her body that sent shocks of pure pleasure through her at
the slightest brushing touch.
She'd
stopped when she heard someone rousing in another bed.
Her cheeks
flushed as she thought about the men. She hadn't seen them very well.
But they'd all been big, with deep chests and broad shoulders.
Were they
big in their trousers, too? A voice in her mind hoped they were.
Something told her it was better, the bigger the man was in his
trousers.
"Hyaa!"
The brigand driving the coach yelled.
She heard
the crack of the rains. Lily had to grab the bench to keep from
falling over as they lurched to greater speed.
It was
dangerous to drive a coach that fast. Something had to be wrong out
there.
Someone
swore outside. Her ears burned as she recognized the word.
Lily
jerked at the shot of a gun. Shafts of light suddenly appeared over
the bench across from her. The bullet had punched holes in both sides
of the coach.
More guns
fired. Lily screamed, hunkering down on the floor of the carriage
with her hands over her head. The bullets poked more holes in the
carriage. A horse screamed in agony, its voice far too close to human
for Lily's sensibilities.
Something
big and heavy thunked down on the coach's roof. It bulged in
slightly.
She
realized it was the driver. He bellowed after another round of
gunfire. Then he rolled off the roof, the indentation shifting with
his body.
The coach
jerked to a halt. Horses whinnied outside, but otherwise all was
silent. It took Lily a few moments to work up the courage to take her
hands off her head. She went onto her hands and knees, not caring
about how that stuck her bottom into the air. Trying to hold her
breath, she pressed her face against one of the holes made by a
bullet.
Her eye
widened. One of the masked bandits remained. He and a new man in a
long brown duster and eyes so blue she could make them out from the
coach squared off with each
bandanas under their broad-brimmed hats. Three of them, all with
shiny silver Colt revolvers. They could have taken everything. They
could have killed her entire family.
But the
men didn't. They'd burst in through the rickety front door that her
Pa had never got around to repairing. They held her brother and Pa at
gunpoint in the corner while one of them went right to her small
bedroom and found her cowering under the bed.
Lily felt
some amount of embarrassment for herself as she bumped along in the
darkened stagecoach. All the windows were covered, but from the way
the wheels bounced around, she knew they had to be on some old path.
She cursed
herself silently. You're a woman grown, and you hid under your bed
like you were some sort of little girl .
They
hadn't even allowed her to change out of her nightgown into something
more suitable. The first couple hours, while it was still dark and
cold out, had been awfully chilly.
Somehow,
the fact that they hadn't bothered with any good old fashioned
robbery made her even more frightened of them.
What
are they gonna do with me? She thought then of the small stack of
books she kept hidden in her closet. They were all about one thing:
women getting kidnapped.
She
swallowed. She knew what was going to happen. This trio of brigands
was going to take her to their lair. They'd be rough men, with a few
days of hair on their faces and dirt under their nails. She squirmed
on the bench, her body suddenly hot.
Then
they'd take from her what they wanted. Would they all go at once? Or
would they be all organized-like and take turns having a go at her
fresh, young body?
Lily
swallowed. No man had taken what he wanted from her yet. She squeezed
her thighs together.
Sometimes,
late at night when she knew her family slept, she imagined what it
would be like. It made her get wet between the legs to think about
while lying in her bed. Once, she'd dared to slip a finger down
between her lower lips. She'd found something stiff there: a little
button on her body that sent shocks of pure pleasure through her at
the slightest brushing touch.
She'd
stopped when she heard someone rousing in another bed.
Her cheeks
flushed as she thought about the men. She hadn't seen them very well.
But they'd all been big, with deep chests and broad shoulders.
Were they
big in their trousers, too? A voice in her mind hoped they were.
Something told her it was better, the bigger the man was in his
trousers.
"Hyaa!"
The brigand driving the coach yelled.
She heard
the crack of the rains. Lily had to grab the bench to keep from
falling over as they lurched to greater speed.
It was
dangerous to drive a coach that fast. Something had to be wrong out
there.
Someone
swore outside. Her ears burned as she recognized the word.
Lily
jerked at the shot of a gun. Shafts of light suddenly appeared over
the bench across from her. The bullet had punched holes in both sides
of the coach.
More guns
fired. Lily screamed, hunkering down on the floor of the carriage
with her hands over her head. The bullets poked more holes in the
carriage. A horse screamed in agony, its voice far too close to human
for Lily's sensibilities.
Something
big and heavy thunked down on the coach's roof. It bulged in
slightly.
She
realized it was the driver. He bellowed after another round of
gunfire. Then he rolled off the roof, the indentation shifting with
his body.
The coach
jerked to a halt. Horses whinnied outside, but otherwise all was
silent. It took Lily a few moments to work up the courage to take her
hands off her head. She went onto her hands and knees, not caring
about how that stuck her bottom into the air. Trying to hold her
breath, she pressed her face against one of the holes made by a
bullet.
Her eye
widened. One of the masked bandits remained. He and a new man in a
long brown duster and eyes so blue she could make them out from the
coach squared off with each
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