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she needed to concentrate on was that she needed to escape from here, somehow. She began to try to
twist her wrists within their bonds. Tying them together had been an amateur s mistake, but then he
probably wasn t expecting much of a fight from a woman, although he should have learned from the fact
that she d gotten out of the pit when, she would imagine, few others had.
It took time and that wore on her nerves because she had no idea when he d be back. By the
time she was able to get free, both wrists were raw and bleeding, but she was free! Mindful of her state of
undress, she grabbed a blanket from the pile on the floor and wrapped it around herself several times,
securing it fairly well with the thongs.
She had actually made it to the tent flap before he came in and found her. Brietta crouched and
faced him, assuming a fighting stance, but when he came at her he was able to thwart every attempt she
made to avoid him. Nothing worked with him he was too seasoned and well trained a fighter, and her
estimation of her fighting abilities along with most of her other abilities that had suffered in this
situation was adjusted several notches down.
Before she knew it, she found herself flopped unceremoniously over his shoulder, after which she
ended up right back where she started, with him scolding her like a child who s disobeyed her father.
Only this time he didn t tie her down he was busy looking at her wrists and frowning fiercely.
I can see that you re going to be a handful. Perhaps I need to make sure a guard is posted
outside, just incase you decide again that you don t like my company? He pulled her up none too gently
then set her down on his lap while he almost tenderly dressed her wounds, cleaning them carefully then
wrapping them with a soft fabric secured by more leather thongs.
Then, without another word, he bound her again, standing against the heavy wooden frame that
held his armor, her arms over her head, ankles secured well apart. Naked and exposed, and waiting for
whatever ill fate would befall her at his hands.
He stood behind her, and she couldn t crane her head around far enough to see what he was
doing. She had no clue as to what was going to happen until she felt the first searing crack against the
tender flesh of her bottom. Brietta had been swatted as a child for childish nonsense, but she d never been
beaten like this.
I will not have you trying to escape every time I turn my back. So I m going to give you your first
lesson in how I expect you to behave.
Brietta was soon in too much agony to try to consider what he d said. He was striping her raw,
from the beginning swells of her buttocks all the way down to her ankles. She was being slowly driven out
of her mind by each thwack as it branded a line of fire over other previous such assaults. Desperately, she
tried to crane her head back and forth for some reason, she felt like she had to actually see him doing
this, that somehow it might soothe the stark fear and unrelenting sting she felt. But although she could
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see the large bulk of him behind her, he was angled in a way that she couldn t even see his arm as it rose for
each stroke. Brietta tried ineffectually to dance away from him, but she was held fast. The only parts of
her that seemed capable of movement were the ones that made her gyrations incredibly obscene as her
hips tried bucked and writhed in a manner that mimicked her reaction to the torture he d subjected her to
before. All of that frantic motion of her lower body made her overly ample breasts jiggle and bob against
the wood, bruising and rubbing them almost raw in some places. Luckily for her, though, the wood had
been sanded smooth at least she wasn t ending up with splinters in such a delicate area.
Before he put the implement down, whatever it was, her backside had been most thoroughly
decorated, and she was hanging limp against her bonds. Brietta, who was not usually given to being
overly dramatic, was surprised to see that there wasn t any blood around her feet. It certainly felt like she d
been ripped to shreds.
Brietta thought she d felt the worst pain she d ever experienced in her life, but that was nothing
compared to when he untied her and moved her back to the couch, depositing her on that flaming red
back and resecuring her hands over her shoulders before she had a chance to jump up.
It didn t matter to him in the least that she screamed bloody murder when he put her down, her
cries growing louder as he joined her and lay deliberately between her legs, adjusting his already rampant
length easily so that it fit into the notch between her legs.
As he pressed himself into her extraordinarily tight channel, he chided himself for being much too
eager why, he hadn t even removed his greaves, he realized as his shins clanked noisily against the frame
of the couch. He closed his eyes, knowing he was pressing up against the proof of her virginity. She d
known no other man, this fiery Anglo, and, if he had anything to say about it and he had everything to
say about it she never would.
As he drove himself past that stubborn barrier, eliciting yet another full lunged protest from her,
he adjust his arms next to her so that he could also grab a nipple between his thumb and forefingers,
adding insult to injury as he pulled them each high and jiggled each breast.
Brietta had never experienced pain where he was hurting her, and, surprisingly, it almost eclipsed
the agony of her poor bottom and legs as they were rubbed against the rough texture of the couch fabric.
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