I shook my head. “Nope.”
“Try to set it aside, if you can.”
“I-I will. What will they do with those men?”
“Bury them. They hide the eviden—”
“Wolfie’s gone!” Leslie ran into the room. All color had drained from her face. “They fucking took my baby! Those scum sucking bastards!” Tears fell down her cheeks. “I can’t believe they took Wolfie!”
“Are you sure?” Zelda’s hands were on her hips.
“I put him down in the portable cot. He was asleep.” She doubled over. “Oh my God. They took my baby!”
“Oh, man. Bubba’s gonna spit fire when he finds out.” Zelda whistled through her teeth. “This ain’t gonna be pretty.”
The End
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“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 was decorated with paint and beads. His buckskin leggings were untied and tossed to the ground. When he was naked, an image of muscled perfection approached, and I moved to the edge of the blanket. He reached out touching my hair, and I slapped his wrist away. He laughed at that, the sound rumbling in his chest, and then he dragged me to him, forcing me to sit on his lap.
“No!” At that moment, two different sets of female screams sounded, from opposite directions. “You horrible Indians. Horrible.”
“Your people have killed mine. You shoot children. You rape women. You burn villages. You’re the enemy.” Anger flared in his look.
“I didn’t do it! I’m from England! I was born in Africa! I’ve never even been to America before.”
His face was in my neck. “You’re white. You’re the enemy.”
“That’s a rather slim way of classifying things, isn’t it?”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s like saying all white people are bad.”
“You say all Indians are bad.”
“No…I don’t.” But I had. I had thought of them all as murdering, scalping heathens. “You derailed the train. You killed so many people. My fiancé is probably dead.” Tears blurred my vision.
“You’re in our land. We stopped the metal beast. Maybe no more will come now. Today has been a great victory for my people. Now we celebrate.”
“You’re horrible. You took my virginity.” He brushed away a tear, and I was mildly surprised by this show of compassion. “You’ve no right to touch me.” His gaze settled on my lips, and I perceived his intentions. “No!”
Strong hands gripped my face, holding me immobile, as an aggressive tongue plunged into my mouth, despite my protests. His desire to subdue me had turned into a battle, because I fought him, pushing and struggling, trying to escape those insistent lips. The cock beneath me was rock hard and ready to assault my virgin pussy...again. Determination renewed my struggle, and I redoubled my efforts to fight him off, biting him.
“Ach!” He shoved me to the blanket, his face twisted in anger. There was blood on his lip. “You’ll answer for that.” I lifted my knees, preparing to kick him away, but he brushed my legs aside, astonishing and worrying me with his strength. “This time you’ll like what I do to you, white woman. When my cock dances inside of you, you’ll scream with pleasure.”
I swallowed nervously.
The stars in the heavens bore witness to my seduction, and, as I stared at them, I marveled at what the Indian was doing to me, his face buried between my legs. I had tried to fight him off…I truly had…but…after his tongue slid across my clitoris, I lost the battle. From across the cornfield came the distinct sounds of a woman’s moans, and it was Millie. Her Indian had seduced her as well.
Laughing Hawk’s skill at cunnilingus wasn’t to be underestimated, and, as he speared me, I closed my eyes. “Ooohh…no…” I had never had a man touch me like this before. Their tongues were stronger and longer than females. His thumb grazed my nub, flicking gently, yet persistently, against the inflamed mass. It was shameful to be writhing and trembling at the hands of a bloodthirsty heathen, but my young, lustful body wouldn’t obey my mind. “Stop it now,” I breathed, sounding less than convincing.
He kissed my inner thighs, leaving a moist path, while he pressed against my clit with his thumb, maintaining the sensual path I was on. I didn’t want to feel this good, my body quivering and my tummy fluttering. Sensing the condition I was in, he came between my thighs, his cock extended. The light from the fire flickered off his skin, revealing a lean body rippling with muscles. I felt him at my entrance, hard and demanding, and with one thrust, he was in deep, slapping my pussy with his balls.
“Oh, my!” This felt so much better than when he had taken me before. This time I was prepared for the intrusion; my juices had slickened the tight passage, allowing him to glide effortlessly. This sensation, coupled with his previous attentions, left me panting, my heart racing wildly. I hadn’t expected it to feel this good. I didn’t want to enjoy it. I should fight him off…I should…but…the tingling in my center began to blaze uncontrollably. From experience, I knew I wouldn’t last long. “No!” I gasped. “Ooohhh…God…nooooo…” I shuddered, biting my lip, as wave after wave of sensation swept over me. “Oh, you dirty heathen!” It was marvelous having a penis inside of me. What a revelation! What a magnificent instrument.
He uttered something in a language I didn’t understand, thrusting vigorously. Then he stiffened, emptying his seed in measured squirts. His eyes were closed, long black lashes sweeping his cheeks. The expression on his face was an amalgam of pain and rapture. Something moved behind him, a flash of white, and then a loud thump registered. He gasped, and he looked as if he were going to say something, his mouth forming an O. Blood trickled down the side of his neck, but, instead of speaking, he collapsed on top of me. I struggled to breathe. He was heavier than he looked.
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Books by Virginia Wade
The Stacy Series
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Stacy And The Boys
Stacy On Vacation
Stacy Unleashed
Stacy’s Uncle Eddy
Total Nympho: The Stacy Collection
Stacy’s Gangbang Wedding
Stacy’s Sexy Threesome
Stacy’s Wet Dream
Stacy’s Bimbos In Paradise
Total Nympho 2: The Stacy Collection
The Monster Sex Series
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Cum For Bigfoot
Cum For Bigfoot 2
Cum For Bigfoot 3
Cum 4 Bigfoot
Cum For Bigfoot 5, Baby
Cum For Bigfoot 6
Cum For Bigfoot 7
Cum For Bigfoot 8
Cum For Bigfoot 9
Cum For Bigfoot 10
Cum For Bigfoot 11, Lena’s Story
Cum For Frankenstein
Cum For The Phantom
Cum For The Demon
Cum For The Invisible Man
Cum For The Genie
Cum For The Alien
Cum For The Viking
Cum For The Viking 2
The Filthy Classics Collection
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Sense And Sexuality
Pride And Penetration
Naughty Emma
Jennifer’s Anal Seduction
Jane’s Playmates
The Pleasure Vixens
Archeology 101
Sweet Melissa
Crissy’s Naughty Daddy
Maya’s Tight Pussy
Daddy’s Little Cherries
Daddy’s Christmas Girl
Sexy In Stilettos
My Daddy, The Politician
Cream For Me
Taken By Pirates
In The Garden Of Snakes
Alone With Alexa
Billionaire Kink
Sarah’s Playmates
Bred By The Alien
Ann of the Apocalypse
Siren Island: Shipwrecked
Siren Island: Lust For Gold
Siren Island: Kidnapped
Anthologies
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Operation Porn Storm
Daddy’s Naughty Girls
Daddy’s Naughty Girls 2
Nocturnal Cravings
Nocturnal Cravings 2
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