I'm scared of the dark(Traveler and I)

Kissing was something that usually ended up with blood being drawn, but O'Whilda instead chose to enjoy the act rather than drawing blood. She whined a little when she felt his grip tighten on her throat but she did not struggle. She trusted him not to hurt her, after all. She felt his tongue pushing against her lips and she eventually parted them, letting him inside of her mouth. She really did have to control her instincts, as they screamed for her to fight. But no, she would focus on just the pleasure of this experience. This male who had walked with the humans for a time was claiming their natural way wasn't the best way.

Feeling his pushing her legs apart, she moaned into their strange but good kiss. She moaned softly and her pupils began to dilate as her baser instinct was fighting to take over. Though she was more intelligent than that...to completely overwhelm her. No, she wanted to feel this. She closed her eyes and focused on the sensation of his fingers. It felt so good and only served to coax her into producing more lubrication for him.

Her hips bucked when she could feel the heat of his erect member nearby. Once again she opened her eyes just in time to see him free it. As he pressed it against her eager, wet pussy, her tail started twitching madly in anticipation. Finally, he began to sink inside of her, she moaned much louder and longer this time...it was almost like when she was calling out earlier to him. If there was any Shadowbeing around..they'd hear. But O'Whilda didn't care...she hadn't mated in quite a long time and really wanted to feel more of him.

The one thing he didn't alter was his cock. The thick ridges that rippled along the hard shaft slid into her, palpating her slick sheath as he pushed deeper and deeper until the glans hit her swollen cervix. It was like coming home. His fingers felt the vibrations of her moans through her neck and it turned him on even more to hear her calling out her pleasure to the night. He rocked his hips up into her, then drew out in a circular motion much like a lapping tongue. Long, deep, strong strokes made every movement intensified and every twitch of his cock inside of her was enhanced.

His free hand sought out her perfect orbs, her nipples hard and yearning to be touched. He softly flicked them with practiced fingers and then kneaded their tips to send strands of stimulation shooting to her clitoris. That connection between nipple pleasure and a female's loins was a wonderful instrument to play. His lips curved up in a knowing smile and he allowed himself to groan and gasp with each stroke. The rhythm was slowly growing harder, deeper, and faster, but he kept it paced to allow her to reach orgasm as well. He found that the warm gush of a woman's heat when she came made his own orgasms more electrifying, and he had a theory that it made her body more acceptable to his seed. He wanted this one - he wanted her bonded to him through unified flesh. He needed to feel her shudder beneath him and to wrap her legs around him as she succumbed to absolute pleasure.

As he worked her body he began to kiss her shoulder, nipping at her flesh and pulling. His hand released her slim neck to snake behind her head and weave his fingers in her hair. As he did so his lips moved to her nape and began to kiss along the front of her neck, biting her just enough to send tingles into her body but not to cause her to feel so much pain that it overrode the pleasure he was giving her. His hips flexed and thrust his thick, long cock into her, rocking her body with every stroke. Together their moans began to sound like a call to the night, echoing off the cliff face and into the valley as the stars blinked high above them in the velvety sky.

She felt inch after inch of his cock disappear inside of her body, and she was panting rather heavily while she wailed out into the wilderness. It really was a beautiful song, but she had forgotten how dangerous it could be too. It was very possible that another Shadowman could find her and try to fuck his seed into her too. She would do her best not to let that happen, but sometimes it was unavoidable. Still, the thoughts didn't even occur to her. She was too busy enjoying the pleasurable sensations he gave her, and the best part was she could feel everything without being distracted by pain.

She gasped, feeling one of his hands flick and pinch at her nipples. It was odd, that gasp was just as loud as her calls had been and it echoed against the cliffs like some otherworldly voice. It was a signal that he was bringing her closer to orgasming. It was a feat that wasn't difficult to do, however it was rare experience usually blocked by being in crippling pain after a fight. She watched him smile down at her, and it was definitely a very attractive site. He knew what he was doing and he wanted her to feel good. Such a man..she definitely wanted this man to be her only mate. She had a long life time ahead of her, and perhaps once her child was ready to seek him out she'd accompany it and demand he impregnate her once more.

Feeling his lips on her skin felt absolutely marvelous. Her sense of touch had increased because of his stimulation, and every feeling she experienced was intense. Even when he moved his hand from her throat to her hair, it just caused her to twitch and sing louder for him. His love bites were especially tantalizing to her and she could feel herself so close to that sweet, legendary experience that Shadowoman could only dream about. An orgasm caused by a male was so much more intense than one caused by themselves or another female. And yes, Shadowoman did enjoy satisfying each others sexual urges since they rarely ever showed themselves to males. Though this..she wasn't sure if she could go back to that knowing how good mating could feel.

Her tail wrapped around her mates leg and squeezed softly as she got closer and closer. Even her wing spread out and attepted to wrap themselves around his clothed body, like she was trying to embrace him lovingly. "Ohhhh!" She cried out suddenly, feeling her toes go numb as her pussy squeezed him and released a plethora of juices that covered his cock. It was not only more lubrication he needed, but an aphrodisiac that would make him extra sensitive as well.

The total embrace of a Shadowoman was a wonderful thing, a sensory overload that he had missed in his time with the humans. Her tail was strong like a viper, her wings encompassing as it created a little world for them to frolic in. Her sudden, lustful cry was accompanied with a spurt of aphrodisiac fluids, increasing the sensation along his shaft and on his glans as he fucked her deeper. It caused his body to jerk in complete pleasure and then her milking sheath began to draw his seed out of his body, achingly emptying him into her willing womb. He called out in triumph and lust as the sensations shot from the back of his skull down to his loins. Zander's hands grasped at her, scratching her skin in his total abandonment to the sensations that had overcome him.

Full, long thrusts pounded her in those final throes of his orgasm. Finally he let out a long groan that echoed in the night and he collapsed on her, his lips brushing her cheek warmly as he let himself rest from their sex. "I missed being with my own kind," he confessed. "I thank you for letting us mate peaceably." His fingers coiled against her skin in soft strokes before he decided that he needed to leave. His warm body rolled off hers and he reached to redress the parts of him that had been exposed to get to her. Now was the time to leave; now while she still basked in the glow of their encounter. He had to return to his mission if he could without endangering the human female.

If not... if not then he'd have to go with O'Whilde. The prospect of breeding her sisters was not a bad one; it would simply be an absense he'd have to explain away once he returned to the city of the humans.

O'Whilda barely finished with her climax before she felt him star to fill her up with his sperm. She gasped once again as he grabbed her as if to keep her from getting away while he attempted to impregnate her. More than likely he would, and soon she'd grow pregnant with a full blooded Shadowchilde. She couldn't be any happier, as she had finally gotten to listen to the Call, and her instincts to breed were satiated for now. She panted underneath his body as her wings fell to the side and her tail slipped from his leg. She wanted to sleep but knew she couldn't out here.

"So do I," She began as he got up and started fixing those strange clothes he wore. Even she had gotten hot upon feeling them on her skin while they mated. "I miss being with males. I wish our race didn't separate as it did." She pulled her dress up so her breasts were no longer exposed, and then she sat up. Her legs were still numb from intercourse and she really didn't feel like fighting with him. "Thank you for showing me what sex really is supposed to feel like. If you don't want to come with me, I won't make you." The others would be very upset, but she didn't care. She had gotten lost and bred. It wasn't the end of the world.

"..I will tell you this though. You should be getting a move on from here. It's not safe anymore, and my call might have attracted any males in the area. I am going to go now." She stood up and looked at him longingly one last time, as if she was waiting for him to ask to go with her.

He turned to look at her over his shoulder as she thanked him. She was very unusual for their kind; he almost expected her to use his distraction to club him over the head and tie him up. When she didn't he found himself wondering if he wasn't the only one of his kind who could change their thinking. He cinched his belt and then strode over to where she was standing as she warned him about the others.

"O'Whilda..." he ran his hands along her arm, gazing down at the strong and sensual woman he had just created life with as he breathed her name into his memory. "I'd like to be with you again." His eyes grew lidded as he felt his desire for her growing, but he pushed it down and focused on what he was supposed to be doing. "I won't forget you." He eased closer to her, inhaling her delicious scent again before leaning in and kissing her. He could still taste his blood on his lips as they pressed together.

When their kiss ended he allowed his grip on her arms to loosen. "Live well and travel in peace."

He stepped back and waited for her to leave before quickening over the ledge to check on the human female. The Shadowoman was right - it wasn't safe for them to remain here after their calls rang into the night like they had. He had to get Minerva safely to the human compound before any other threats arrived.

Minerva was still fast asleep, though when she heard him approach she realized that he was no longer there, and something was coming inside of the cave. "..Zander?" She asked as she rubbed her eyes and sat up. The cold air stung at her and made her shiver. Oh, she was definitely not against him any longer. She looked toward the entrance of the cave and saw him coming in. "W..where were you? Did something happen?" She asked him as she picked up her glasses and yawned. She felt much better, though still a tad hungry.

Once she put on her glasses, she saw Zanders eye's somewhat glowing, though she blinked and they were normal. Hmm, was that her imagination? She must have still been tired. She zipped up her jacket and pulled on her hood. "I think I'm ready to go now. This rock was definitely not kind though. I'm sore all over." She complained as she attempted to sit up so she could gather her things and they could leave. "Seriously though, where did you go? How long have you been awake?"

Did something happen? He wanted to tell her that something had happened. How was it that humans couldn't tell as much as the Shadowmen could? Was she not able to smell the lingering scent of sex on him?

He watched as she slid the adornments back on her face and looked at him. Even though he had felt completely satiated by the sensual experience he had just had, some part of him wanted to peel back the clothing on this human female and experience her body as well. Had he not promised himself to honor her wishes he might well have, but he stilled his desires and tried to remain calm and collected.

"I needed to take care of some things." His answer was vague. "Private things."

Perhaps she would think that he went to relieve himself. "I can help you with the soreness, if you'd like." He knelt beside her and ran one hand along her shoulder, then down her back. Her body seemed frail and delicate to him after mounting the strong and aggressive Shadowoman. He began to ease her muscles, rubbing into the tight knots as he looked her over. She smelled fertile and feminine. "I've been told that I have good hands."

Private things? They were stuck in the middle of no where in the freezing cold. Whatever things he had to take care of...she was curious. However, Minerva dropped it when he offered to give her a massage. She remembered how close they were before she fell asleep, and her face turned an awful bright red. She was about to say something in protest, however his hands were already upon her back and she lost her breath.

His hands felt absolutely amazing even through her clothing. She sucked in a deep breath and tried not to moan but it was hard. She briefly wondered about his private thing to do, but...she wouldn't annoy him and pry. As long as he was back safe and sound to escort her the rest of the way.

"Someone told you right.." She answered him softly, feeling her back loosen up greatly from his touch. The pressure wasn't too firm but good enough to relax her stiff muscles. "Y...you don't have a girlfriend or a wife? I find that strange, Zander. From what you have shown me so far, you should have the girls falling all over for you. Do people still have normal relationships on this planet? Or do they just mate to survive? I've always wondered that." She decided to distract herself from the pleasure by asking questions. Doing research. That's what she was here for anyway, or at least her ticket off this planet.

He moved to her back so that he could use both hands on her. There was something alluring about touching her in a non-sexual way, in a completely giving way, that affected him deeply right after getting to satisfy his sexual hunger with the the Shadowoman.

"I've only see four women here," he answered truthfully. "The number of women to men is small; most of the women are owned by a group of ten to twenty men and not really wanting to be 'friends' with anyone." He had had a few of them to bed, some before he had gone through the mutilations and some after, but he wasn't about to tell her that. "I don't think that any humans here mate to survive. It seems like a distraction; so far I haven't seen any pregnant women."

He didn't notice that he had slipped and segregated 'humans' from any other kind of people there. He worked his fingers along the lines of her muscles and felt the tension easing out of her body. After a few moments he chanced to ask "What is this 'wife' thing you asked me of? Is that what I've seen of men taking pleasure in other men?"

Zander couldn't help it. He had come there to learn about the humans, and here was one who seemed like she might answer some of his questions for him.

Minerva knew there was a shortage of woman but she didn't realize it was that bad. Then again, it made sense because there weren't many female prisoners. Women in general were weaker than men...so it would have been easy for them to be eaten or kidnapped. Especially if the Shadowmen considered them some sort of rare delicacy. "I'm sorry. I had no idea but..." Something was really off about Zander. "Do you..not remember anything about the colonies? Life before this. You're too old to have lived here all your life.."

How he didn't know what a wife was, it was beyond her. Maybe a case of amnesia but...he really did seem odd. What was odder was, there was no pregnant women he had ever seen. If she got shared by 10-20 men, she should have been knocked up all year round. All the women should have..but that thought made her a little nervous. She could only hope that she herself wouldn't be forced into sleeping with 10-20 men. Either men catered to women here to get them to have sex with them, or they just outright forced them to. Zander though...he didn't seem to be interested in force so maybe that was a good thing.

"Ahhh..." He racked his brain for a plausible answer. What had he learned so far? They slept, did they not, on the ships? Some kind of way of not aging? Maybe he didn't sleep?

"I woke up?" He finally said. "In the ship? I... something did not work." He looked at her and shrugged. "I... was young. Ah... stolen onto the ship... so there are things I do not understand." His jaw moved in a small circle as he wondered if she would accept his lame excuse.

"For example - you are different. The women, they open their legs and hold out their hands for payment. It's easy. Those who do not are beaten and forced, but those who do have everything they need. They have food and warm beds, and men to keep them from getting hurt by the shadowmen or the others. You... you do not open your legs, and you do not scream and fight."

He gave her a blank look. "Maybe that will change once the others see you. You'll have to decide which kind of woman you are." As he spoke he continued to work on her back, but now his hands had traveled down to her hips and her buttocks. The shadowoman he had mated with had been eager to try to do it his way; maybe this human would be a surprise as well?

Zander's hand slowed. "We should go. Soon there will be hunting parties out and you do not want to be mistaken as food."

None of that..made any sense at all. He definitely seemed to have some sort of amnesia. She didn't respond to him as she felt his hand on her hips and even travel lower to her cheeks. It made her blush, but she was glad to hear him suggest they should go. "Right..." Minerva adjusted her glasses and grabbed her pack. It wasn't long before they were out and traveling again. The cold didn't let up, it was still so overwhelming to her. Hopefully she'd get used to it. Eventually.

His words gnawed on her mind. Either give it up willingly and be pampered to your hearts desire, or...get raped. Basically. What woman would she be? Not a breeding cow, that was for sure. She had never been told about this part of the human society on New Earth. Maybe because it was very off putting to any female. Though if things got rough, she'd just move on sooner rather than later. This was one of five settlements they were headed to, and each and every one she had to search top to bottom for the person she wanted to see.

They walked in silence for what seemed like hours until they finally towards the walls of the settlement. On the top of those thick walls was the watch, and they immediately flashed their bright lights onto the two. It was enough to make Minerva put her arm over her face to shield herself from the light.

"Halt! Who goes there!" One of them shouted in a thick, Scottish accent.

Zander walked alongside her, but wondered where the Shadowoman had gone to once she left him. He envied her her ability to fly and move among their people still. Perhaps one day he would rejoin them, but he felt like he would forever be an outsider not that he had walked among the humans.

When the light shined down on them he raised a hand to shield his eyes until the inner lid could close and allow him to function in the increased brightness.

"Dougal!" Zander called. "It's Zander Blythe. I found a straggler," he offered, pointing towards Minerva. "A scientist of some kind, looking for someone."

"Well aren't you specific?" he shot down, leaning over the battlement to look at the two. "Alright. Hold on. She got papers?"

The great iron doors were already beginning to creak open.

"You going to make us stand out here and show you papers while we wait for some Devourers or Oracs to come our way? Let us in!"

The doors opened, and masked gunmen stood on either side to control access into the compound. Zander nodded to Minerva, telling her that it was okay for them to go in. Once he got her settled he could continue in his quest to learn more, but he couldn't abandon her just yet. There was still a chance that he could learn more in her presence than away from it.

Once the doors opened, Minerva blinked in surprise. In the center of the compound was a huge, burning bonfire. Not only did it take a the nip out of the blistering cold, but it illuminated the entire center of the town. On the edges of the wall were huge spot lights. The entire place was lit up. It wasn't a bad set up, either. There were many buildings, all made with some sort of stone and clay. Maybe...she wasn't really an architect. It was a strange type of stone.

"She's a pretty young thing. Good find, Zander. What's a scientist type doing on New Earth, though? She doesn't look like she'll last more than a a few months to a year." The other man stated as he stared at her face, since well...she was wearing a thick jacket that covered most of her body.

Minerva ignored his stare, seemingly much more interested in the settlement. Though no one was outside, and she couldn't blame them. Even with the fire going, it was still pretty cold outside. There was a structure right against the wall a few feet away from the gates. That was probably where most of the guards slept or stayed.

"I have my papers I think...they are inside my backpack. But actually, I'm looking for someone." Who better to ask than the people who were responsible for letting other humans in and out of the town? She pulled up her sleeve, revealing a watch. She was glad it still worked even after her travel down here. A quick press of a button and a hologram of the man she was looking for appeared. "Have you seen him this man?"

The large scottish man looked at it long and hard, scratching his short beard before giving her a shrug. "What do I get if I tell you?" He asked with a smirk. Not that he really knew who that man was. He just wanted to see what kind of woman she was.

Minerva gave him a bored expression, her eyes half closing as she turned to "Dougal". "How about you? Seen him?" As if she would give lecherous fools the time of day.

Zander was speaking to one of the gate guards as they swung the thick barrier shut. In his mind, Minerva was 'safe' and no longer really his responsibility, but he still kept an ear trained on her voice.

When she asked if anyone had seen the man in her hologram he turned to look. Why hadn't she shown him that before? He tried to get a better look at the man. The large guard blocked his view, though, and he had to try to get around him.

Dougal glanced dismissively at the hologram but didn't study it. "Never seen 'im in my life. No worries. There are plenty of men here who will take care of your needs." This brought a smile to the others' lips. "Why don't we start now? You can take off some of those layers and come by the fire. We'll keep you plenty warm."

Some of the other men had honed in on the new female and were focused on the action.

Zander glanced around, sensing the predatory shift in the air. "Where are the camp girls?" He stepped closer to Miranda. Usually there were a handful of women taking care of the men in camp, in return for rations or credits. Today they were strangely absent.

Minerva gave Dougal the same glance she had given the other man. It was clear that she wouldn't get any help here. She was completely oblivious tot he looks that anyone else had given her, honestly. She had never been too good at noticing other things.

"Yes, wherever they are, you'd best find them. Because I don't intend to roll around in the snow with any pig headed man any time soon. I have other things to do." She bluntly said, though she felt a large hand on her shoulder.

"We do things differently here, girl. We could give you all the protection and shelter you'd ever need, and all you have to do is give it up. You won't last long with that smart ass mouth of yours. Piss off the wrong man and you'll find yourself on your knees..." He grinned. "Not that that's a bad look for someone like you..."

"Uhuh." Minerva said as she pulled out her backpack and started searching for two things. Her papers, and her gun knife thing. She could tell this was going to be annoying. "Well, anyways. The answer is no. I won't be staying long here..I need to find the man I'm looking for because he can help me with something other than sex. He actually has a brain. Intelligence. Something that is probably scarce here from what I've seen so far."

He stepped between her and the majority of the men. "Now gentlemen, let's not allow this to get out of hand." He held out his hands in a placating manner. "She's a freewoman. She's not a prisoner." He looked around, then held Dougal's gaze. This was going to get bad, he could feel it; but he wasn't ready to abandon her to be raped by the entire colony. Not after he had abstained from touching her the previous 'night'.

Dougal growled at the newcomer. He and the others had been without a good lay in a few days, and now their endorphins were wearing low. If they didn't get their release soon they'd start to act little better than animals. Or, in the human vernacular, little better than those savages, the Shadowmen.

"You'd best step aside, Zander. You're ass is fair game if you come between us and what we want." He nodded towards Minerva. "You had your chance. Now it's our turn to get our cum-uppance." He grinned at this pun. "Stand aside or you'll face our wrath."

Minerva's hand slipped into her backpack and then pulled out the gun. She didn't point it at anyone in particular, she just started to change the settings. "I don't think you people understand..." She started as she started to play with the settings, forcing the beam knife out of the device. It started to extend slowly, almost menacingly. She could tell all there eyes were on it.

"I'm not going to sleep with any of you. Please don't threaten Zander. He's spent the entire night keeping me safe from being eaten or worse. He's just being a gentlemen, and you should all take a lesson from him."

She saw the big bearded man reach for his blade slowly, carefully. "Don't make us rough you up, woman. You're far more valuable unscathed than cut up." He spat. Minerva just gave him a polite smile.

"I'm not making you anything. I'm just letting you know how things are going to be. I can leave. I'd rather face death than be touched by any of you animals."

A gentleman? She really had no idea who he was, did she? Zander turned to look at her...

And that is when the others attacked.

They had watched Minerva adjusting the gun-thing she had. Although they did not recognize the prototype they could tell that the blade was dangerous and they knew that she thought it would protect her. Several men pulled weapons, and the one nearest Zander blasted him with an electric jolt so strong it lifted him up a foot before he fell, unconscious, to the ground. As far as anyone could tell he was dead or close to it.

The bearded man's hand whipped out his sword, and the others clanged the gates all the way shut and came forward. There were six men in the courtyard, if it could be called such. The fire burned hot in the center of the yard and the contrast between heat and coolness was more noticeable.

The one who had shot Zander looked ready to turn his blaster on her. He reached forward to lessen the voltage, presumably so she wouldn't die before they were done using her, and his weapon began to whine as it charged up for the next bolt.

The others moved forwards. Knives and short swords, metal rods wrapped with cloth, and gun-like weapons were all at the ready. The men resembled animals in heat; their eyes were focused on Minerva, and none of them looked the least bit compassionate to her situation.

Minerva's confidence went from one hundred to zero as she saw Zander get stuck with that paralyzing weapon. No..electric weapon. The way the volts had surged through his body, she could hear the buzzing, smell the burnt cloth and flesh...it was a really strong blast and the moment he fell to the ground, she bolted over to him and made sure he was still breathing. "Zander! Hey, stay with me okay?!" She looked up at the men that were drawing closer with their weapons. She still had her weapon but...she knew she wouldn't be able to fend off all six of them. Especially because they were surrounding her.

Even if she tried to shoot one of them, the rest would go after her. They didn't seem above roughing her up either. What could she do? They didn't even seem like they wanted to answer to reason. No, they were little more than animals right now. She swallowed hard and then looked back at Zander. He didn't seem like he was going to wake up anytime soon. She was definitely on her own.

"How could you do that to him?!" She demanded as she glared defiantly at each one of them, curled up to Zander defensively. "He needs medical attention, now! And for what, just so you can have your way with me? Is a life truly worth that?!" Reason..probably wasn't going to get her out of this. But it was really the only defense she had other than the gun. And as much as she couldn't care less about killing the Shadowbeings, she wasn't sure how well killing other humans would sit with her.

They laughed at her, taunting her accusations as they reached down and wretched the weapon from her hands. Several pried her from Zander's side, kicking the unconscious man in passing as they made their way to their prize.

Rough hands yanked Minerva to her feet. Dougal was among them, and as he spoke his breath seeped over her neck and breasts like the rotted dregs at the bottom of a chamber pot. "We can do this nice, or we can do this hard," he jerked her body against his, "or we can do this nice and hard." He grinned at her, one hand pressed hard against her waist while another groped her breast.

The bearded man's hands were running over her ass and trying to find a way to peel off her thick clothing. "Bring her over here, Gov. We want to fuck her by the fire. She looks nice and sweet." He pushed against her back and licked the side of her neck. "Tastes like a virgin. Are you a virgin?"

That brought a chuckle from others. They shoved and drug her to the fire, ignoring Zander's unconscious form, and began to rip pieces of clothing from her body. One man had already freed his throbbing cock from his pants and was whipping it into readiness. The musky, unwashed scent of him was wafting in Minerva's direction but it didn't seem to bother the others. In fact, personal cleanliness wasn't one of their virtues.

Dougal pinched her cheeks together and forced her to look at him. "If you try to bite any of us I'll cut out your tongue. Be a good girl and take your medicine, and you'll come out of this alive."

Minerva couldn't bring herself to use her weapon, despite the situation. Then again, she could barely move seeing all those men coming towards her at once. So it wasn't hard for them to disarm her..but the moment she was grabbed she began screaming and struggling against them. Ugh...most of them stank. She wanted to gag when she smelled Dougal's breath. The moment she felt him grope her breasts she tried to pull away but ended up feeling someone else behind her, rubbing her rear.

Was she a virgin? She wasn't going to answer that, but the fact was Minerva was barely experienced and didn't remember the last time she had sex. How many years had it been?

This wasn't happening. Yet Minerva couldn't ignore the reality of the situation, especially when her clothes were starting to get torn off after she was brought closer to the fire. "No! Let go of me!" She screamed as she fought with those that were holding her down. She then felt Dougal's rough, cracked fingers take hold of her face, and she saw the first mans cock. Smelled it too...it was a strong smell. She immedieately pressed her lips shut and closed her eyes. She wasn't going to look at it, and she would refuse to open her mouth.

The fire was warm, at least, but the ground was cold and hard. The man behind her pulled off her thick pants, ripping off her boots in the process. His fingers crept under her panties, and with a hard yank they were torn away, exposing her ass to the air.

"Nice..." His dry fingers rubbed over her thighs and butt as he shoved her forward into a bending position. One hand gripped her hips hard, keeping her nearly on her toes as he slid his cock out of his pants and let the thick, rubbery end trail over her skin. The bearded man's tongue darted out and he licked his lips as he lined up his glistening mushroom head to her tight, pink cunt. He could smell her cleanliness; she smelled pure and feminine. It turned him on to have first plunge into her sweet hole.

Ahead of her, another man had grabbed her hair and was aiming her shut lips towards his slim cock. The tip was already milky with precum and his other hand continued to slide along his shaft as he tried to maintain his erection. "Open your mouth, bitch!" He pressed his cock hard against her lips and smeared the precum across her like a messy version of lipstick. "Suck it. Suck it hard!"

Behind her, the thick cock nudged at her hole. With a satisfied grunt the man with the beard pushed his dry, thick cock into her body. He groaned his pleasure and gripped her hips harder as he forced her body over his rod. He began to drool and his tongue darted in and out in time to the thrusts of his cock as he began to furiously fuck her. Every thrust was accompanied by a grunt, some version of 'fuck, yeah!', or a drawn out groan.

"Hurry up," one of the bystanders complained. "I want to fuck her ass next." Others in the crowd agreed. The one at her face slapped her, trying to get her to open her mouth.

She tried her best to grab her pants and keep them up, but she failed. Soon she was completely naked and helpless, and it scared her. More than any of the dangers out there did. She could feel that thick tip pushing at her slit, that barely had any wetness to it...after all, she was scared and uncomfortable, but between his precum and his constant rubbing she became wet enough for him to stick his cock in.

The man in front of her would get no access to her mouth, even when she felt the bearded man shove himself into her. She gritted her teeth and could only whimper. It hurt..he was going too fast and she was too tight. Her body couldn't provide enough wetness to make this comfortable at all...but it was still enough to wear he could slam into her. Then a rough smack made her cry out. It surprised her. She had never been hit like that before..and then her mouth was full of cock. She tried to pull away, though she was being held in place. She could feel tears running down her cheeks as the two men violated her.

And then she realized that this wasn't even the worst of it. She had never, ever experienced anal before...and she never wanted to. But they would make her.

This was a nightmare she couldn't escape from.