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the heck out of here, but how?
    Resisting the urge to pull and push—yet again—on the metal bars, her momentary anger drifted away. There was nothing she could do about her circumstances right now. Everything was out of her control, so she may as well just try to relax. But she was anything but relaxed.
    Arousal lashed her. Yeah, there must have been something in that swamp water she drank. There just had to be. It was the only thing she could think of as to why she needed sex, despite everything else being not good.
    She sighed and thought about the man who’d been dragged behind the wagon. She’d always liked scars on a man, found them attractive, and his scars certainly made her insides jump like a live wire. Kayla rolled her eyes and cursed softly. God help her, she must be a sadist if a man’s scars turned her on.
    Plopping her ass back onto the wooden bench, she crossed her arms over her breasts and tried to ignore how erotically the night air caressed her hot, flushed skin. Too bad the two women had led the guy out of her sight. She frowned and a raw spear of jealousy jabbed into her.
    They were probably having a threesome or something!
    The envy of him being with those women had her empty pussy throbbing and aching to be filled. Her breasts were so tender and big and she was possessed by an overwhelming need to touch herself.
    She searched the surrounding darkness for any sign of them and saw nothing. The three of them were probably wrapped in each other’s arms, sleeping after some red-hot sex. They wouldn’t know what she was up to in this cage. She needed to get herself off, that’s what she needed. A nice bit of sexual satisfaction would clear her mind.
    Closing her eyes, she leaned back against the cool bars and slid both hands beneath the flimsy material, her fingers trailing upward until she cupped her breasts. Squeezing them lightly, she inhaled at the sudden surge of pleasure whipping through her.
    Whoa! Definitely something going on here.
    Yes, she was a sexual woman, but usually she needed a bit more stimulation to get her motor running. And her motor was definitely running fast and hot. Perspiration sprinkled across her forehead and her breaths became raspy as she rolled her tender nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
    Erotic tightness zipped through her pussy and a harsh, insistent ache pulsed deep inside her vagina. The need for release had her squeezing her nipples tighter. The buds grew harder and she clamped her thighs together, trying to get some friction going while she tended her breasts.
    Urgency made her move one of her hands from her breast and thrust her top up, allowing the air to directly brush her fevered flesh. While she tugged her nipple, she used her free hand to peel off the skirt and drop it to the cage floor at her feet. She spread her legs and moved her hand between her thighs, smiling as she discovered the wet heat.
    She arched her hips and moaned as her fingers pressed past her wet pussy lips and swept feverishly against her swollen, sensitive clit. She trembled at the intoxicating friction and, within seconds, hot ripples of need built deep inside. Using the hot cream of her arousal as lubrication, she rubbed her clit with firm pressure, pinched and plucked her nipples harder and harder until the erotic bite shredded her like an unleashed storm.
    She lost control. Lost herself in the mindless enjoyment. She barely heard herself cry out into the quiet stillness of the deep, dark night. Barely cared if anyone heard her.
    Shaking and moaning, she jerked and bucked her hips, suspending herself on a rack of pleasure. Thrusting two fingers inside, she withdrew and plunged in again, making sure she rubbed against the sensitive nerve endings of her clit every time.
    She fantasized about the stranger taking her right here on the bench. He would be impatient, demanding yet tender. She’d seen at least that much in his eyes. Eyes that were unreadable most of the day, but every