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probably killed scores of people, and now I was
about to be brutalized by a heathen. A sense of despair had me
shivering. His arms went around me. “No!”
    I was forced on my knees, my nightgown thrown
over my back, exposing buttocks and thighs. I wasn’t able to form a
coherent thought before something hard pressed against my pussy,
demanding entrance. Never having had anything larger than two
fingers inside of me, I screamed when he thrust, burying his tool
to the balls.
    “Stop it, you pig!”
    He grunted, thrusting; the feeling was not
entirely unpleasant, but I wasn’t aroused in the least. My
fingernails were dirty from the soil and weeds I gripped to steady
myself. He was insistent and brutal, hammering my tight sheath,
over and over, until he groaned, stiffening. Tears fell blinding
me, the dam bursting, and I cried, while the brute enjoyed the
virginity he had stolen. When he let me go, I collapsed to the
ground in utter despair, feeling used and violated. I just wanted
to lie there and die from shame, but it wasn’t to be.
    He grabbed me, dragging me to my feet, and we
walked to where his horse was. “Sit,” he barked. I sank to the
ground, miserable and trembling.
    Wetness slid down my inner thighs, a reminder
of what had happened to me. I would curse God, if I fell pregnant.
He busied himself making a fire, while in the distance I heard a
woman scream. It was either Millie or Isabelle. They were
experiencing exactly what had happened to me, or perhaps something
even worse, but I doubted that was possible. There was a slight
coolness to the air, but the fire quickly remedied this, the blaze
burning brightly. Laughing Hawk untied a rolled up blanket that was
attached to his horse, tossing it on the ground.
    “Come with me.” He held out his hand.
    “No.”
    “You have blood on your face.”
    “What do I care?”
    He grabbed me, pulling me to my feet and
dragged me to a line of trees. I stumbled barefoot towards the
sound of water. At the river’s edge, he tore off a portion of my
nightgown and dunked the material, ringing it out. “Hold still.” He
wiped my face, but the rag quickly dirtied. I hadn’t realized I had
bled so badly. I touched my forehead, feeling the wound.
    “Take your clothes off.”
    I bristled. “I will not.” He looked at me in
such a way that I knew, if I disobeyed, he would shred the garment.
Then I would be left with nothing to wear. “Oh, fine!” I whipped it
over my head. “Are you happy now?”
    “Wash. There’s too much blood.”
    The water was cold, but it felt wonderful. It
wasn’t deeper than two feet, so I sat, freezing, and rinsed my
face. He stood and watched, predatory and formidable. I hadn’t had
time to process the fact that this heathen stole my virginity. If I
thought about it, I would surely cry again. My hand slid to my
abused pussy, washing away the evidence of his seed. I stood and
wrung out my hair, casting him a hateful glance. The coldness of
the air had me shivering.
    “Are you happy?”
    His dark eyes roamed from the top of my head
to my face. From there he went to my breasts, lingering for a long
moment before lowering to my stomach and beyond. Lust flared in his
look, and the front of his breechcloth began to rise.
    Oh, great. He’s going to…do it to me
again.
    “Come here.” Having no choice, I stepped from
the stream. He took the cloth, dabbing my forehead and examining
the wound carefully. “Hold this firmly to stop the bleeding.”
    “Give me my nightgown.”
    “No.”
    Oh! You disgusting pig!
    He led me up the small embankment through the
trees. Stars like diamonds glimmered over our heads, a decorative
curtain for the moon, which was partially hidden behind wispy
clouds. When we reached the fire, I sat on the blanket, wet and
shivering. I glared at my captor, wishing a snake would bite him,
but then I panicked, worrying the same might happen to me. To my
growing horror, he began to remove his clothing; the leather