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tongue. Her eyes watered.
    "Now apologize," he growled somewhere behind her, breathless.
    "No."
    He swung his belt again, and the leather smacked her arse cheek with a loud crack. She closed her eyes and pressed her face to the cooling grass.
    "You'll be too sore to ride in the saddle when I'm done with you."
    "Then. I'll. Walk."
    The third smack of the belt made her tremble, breath burning in her throat. But suddenly she wanted to laugh and pee at the same time.
    Instead she spread her knees in the grass and moved her arse up and down, writhing as a powerful climax took possession of her body. She couldn't halt it. Her stinging arse was on fire and the heat radiated through her until even her nipples felt sore and unbelievably tender where they touched the dewy tips of the long grass.
     
    * * * *
     
    Raul watched his slave losing her haughty dignity in the grass before him. He could see her cunt tensing and quivering. Dropping to his knees behind her he quickly released his cock, grabbed her arse cheeks and parted them wide. Her anus winked at him. Had the Comte had her there too? Of course he had. She was irresistible. Every inch of her.
    And if she was this mouthy with the Comte...this arousing...then it was no surprise why the man wanted her back again and offered such a large reward purse for her return.
    He looked around quickly for something to ease his way into her bottom. She must have seen him grabbing a leg of roasted chicken, for she cried out that he had better not put that inside her.
    He laughed, shaking his head. This slave liked to give orders, apparently.
    Using the fatty chicken skin, he smeared the crack of her arse until it was slick, her puckered hole prepared as well as it could be. Then he pushed the head of his cock into her.
    Her complaints fell away to moans and gasps.
    Raul grunted, pushing his way into that tight alley, his arousal unable to wait, unwilling to give her any time to grow accustomed to the invasion. He wanted to subdue this Saxon wench. Had to.
    He thrust two fingers into her cunny, pushing her down again into the grass, while she continually tried to raise herself up higher. Even now, filled tight, she fought, as if she didn't know how soundly she was already conquered.
    The blissful, scorching heat of her impossibly tight arsehole closed around his cock like a carpenter's vise. It pulled him in, squeezed and held his prick until he saw only red hot smoke and thought his skull would explode.
    Raul bent over her body, reaching for her hands, holding them splayed to the grass over her head. And then he rutted his slave girl like a dog on a bitch, howling to the sunset when he came in a glorious burst of semen, shooting it deep as he could between the beautiful crimson cheeks of her sore bottom.
     

Chapter Five
     
    They came over a hill, and down through the fog a small cluster of thatched cottages appeared in the valley below.
    "At last," he muttered over her head. "Here I can find some boots."
    "I need the scarf retied around my hair," she exclaimed nervously.
    "Why?"
    "The color is too bright," she snapped.
    He snorted. "If any man looks at it with lust while you are in my company, I will slice his throat open."
    Her heart skipped. Leaning against his hard chest, surrounded by his strong, warm arms, she did feel protected and safe. But he did not know what he was up against and surely they were not far enough away yet. Besides this man had lost his horse and his boots. She couldn't help feeling he needed her as much as she did him.
    How ridiculous it was that she should prefer this man to the last master, she thought suddenly, chagrinned. Here was a man who carried a disembodied head around in a sack and spanked her with a belt for disagreeing with him. What made her think he was any better than the Comte who had pillaged, raped and slaughtered his way through her Saxon village and taken her as a possession when she was a mere girl, a naive, terrified virgin?
    This man was also