The girl lifted her head as she felt hands touching her bound wrists, the ropes loosening. Her body was stiff, having somehow managed to fall asleep against the hitching post as the night wore on. The woman looked at her, pressing a finger to her lips. She leaned against the post more than stood, the bruises on her naked form visible in patches where the light from nearby houses managed to reach them. The ropes fell away, leaving her wrists tingling painfully when she moved them, the circulation returning. A hand grasped the girl's arm and tugged her into the shadows, the woman's eyes scanning the way before them for any signs of life before pressing on.
A nod. They seemed to have spared the little one, so it wasn't too late for her yet. Slowly but with a sure step she took the path through the shadowy surroundings of the village. She allowed herself to breathe a little steadier though each heaving of her still uncovered brasts sent jolts of pain through her body. If she only could hide well enough until they lost the trail.
The girl stifled a gasp as the woman halted, causing her to bump into her back. A hand covered her mouth, the woman kneeling and taking her gently by the shoulders. She pointed out toward where they had been captured, motioning for her to go. The girl frowned and shook her head, only to earn a push. A harder push followed that one as she made to stand her ground, that one urging her onward toward the spot. It felt like hours before she reached it and eons more before the woman finally came to the place as well, leading a horse behind her. The girl opened her mouth, stunned, wanting to ask how she'd managed this feat, but a look and a shake of the other's head silenced her. She sucked in a breath as she was suddenly lifted and plopped onto the animal's back, her companion taking longer to get astride even with her fumbling attempts at help.
Mind blank, she finally managed to get on horse back, wrapped into an old blanket she had found where she had taken the horse from. A last look back. Only she and the little one, so there was a chance to get away. Where would they be found the least likely? The horses shifted nervously under them, as if to complain about the burden it was made to bear. With soft pressure from her legs she urged the beast into a light trot. The mountains. There they might find safety.
The girl awoke again as light began to shine in a red haze against her closed eyes. Dragging them open, the world was blue for a moment. Blinking away this haze, she took in her surroundings quickly. High walls of stone pressed close on either side of them, the ground rising ahead as the horse picked its way carefully from spot to spot. Glancing back, she blushed lightly to find her head pillowed against the woman's chest, the blanket drawn around both of them as well as it was able. The heavy bruising was more visible now, the breathing in her ear labored. Tentatively, she reached up and touched one of the dark blotches, flinching when a soft grunt left the taller woman.
The woman opened an eye and immediately closed it again, a soft smile on her face. Curious little thing. The dull ache subsided and she hugged the girl to her, thinking she earned herself a little warmth and consoling. She pondered how soon they could reach her people, who must have set camp not too far away from the mountain range. Before she could fall back into slumber, strange noises were heard that sent shivers through her. She grabbed the girl and crouched into a dark corner praying to not be spotted.
The girl shivered as they pressed to the rock, the woman's hand over her mouth, her arm pressing her tight to her chest. The sounds grew louder, the clop of horses' hooves. Two men crested the ridge they'd come over a few moments before, their eyes peering into every crack and crevice and shadow. The two watched as the men passed by, one turning back, the other pressing on. Breathing a sigh of relief, the two slipped from their hiding place and made for the track opposite where the horse had been sent, padding quickly as they could.
Stopping to catch their breath, the girl looked at the Indian. She leaned against the rock beside them heavily, panting. Her hand rose before she could stop it, touching the dark cheek and coming away with it damp with sweat.
She felt so weak. The violence she had suffered had exhausted her more than she was willing to admit. All she craved now was a safe place, warmth and sleep. She lifted her head and nodded to the girl. The horse couldn't be far away. Only a few more steps. Her eyes grew wide when she saw who was waiting there.
The hunter who'd gone on ahead stood by the horse. The girl whirled around as she heard hoofbeats behind them. The man who had seemed to leave stood behind them. Turning again, she found the man beside their horse had come closer. His hand snaked out, catching her hard by the wrist. Her teeth bit into flesh, the coppery taste of blood filling her mouth before stinging pain brought her crashing to the ground, the world spinning. The woman yelled something, shoving the man aside bodily as he bent over her, a rope in one hand.
If her body hadn't betrayed her, the two would have been a match, but now the first hard blow sent her down, making her taste blood. A last flash of anger went through her, making her bite into her capturer's hand that was holding the rope, making him bleed as well. Then blackness was all she could see.
Her eyes were fixed on the woman as she was lifted from where she'd fallen and tossed over the horse's back. She was gagged and bound then, set on the horse as well as they took up its lead and brought them downhill. They finally stopped inside a site full of rocks worn smooth by wind and water. The hunters dismounted, speaking together in low tones. One took the woman from the horse's back as the other led the horses up to an old tree that stood nearby. Taking her down, he tied her to the trunk and returned to his partner.
Glancing at him, he looked back at the woman, who lay draped across one of the boulders like an old blanket left to dry. He circled the rock slowly, stopping to get a better look at her. Her arms and hair hung down toward the ground, head tilted back, eyes shut. Her breasts stood out from her chest, begging to be squeezed. He returned to his former position, eyes trailing upward from her feet. Her legs were slightly spread; he allowed himself to gaze between them for a while before skimming upward over her stomach, pulled taut by her position. He could just make out the undersides of her jutting breasts over the dark brown curve. Finally, the noises came to him, soft groans sending tingles of pleasure through him. She was coming around.
The stone in her back felt cold, which made her limbs feel numb. How long had she been lying here? She didn't have to open her eyes to know that at least one of the vile men were near, so loud was his breathing and the steps his booted feet made sounded like thunder in her head. The woman tried to remain stolid, trying not to show any sign of fear or pain, when rough hands started moving over her sore chest, kneading and squeezing as they liked. Yet a little scream escaped her, when suddenly one hand was between her legs. The pressure caused so much pain, that she could help but spread her legs a little further, which made the man grin widely.
She was turned over onto her stomach then, the man who'd felt between her legs lying on her back before turning her back over. His companion laid on top of her, pressing into from the front and the back. A yell of pain left the woman before it sank back to grunts and groans. Hands grasped her chest once more, squeezing heavily. Her eyes threatened to roll back into her head, eyes half-lidding, mouth open in a silent cry, though all that came forth was a gasp.
Her body felt as if it was set afire. Old wounds were torn open again and made her body burn from pain. She clenched her fists, trying to remain stolid, yet her body betrayed her when tears streamed down her face without her volition. voices reached her ear, in a language she could hardly understand.
The girl strained to make out what the men said as they began to speak to the woman, but it was too faint to hear. The men began to quicken their pace, one twisting the hard, bruised points of her nipples before sinking his teeth down onto the abused flesh. A tongue dragged at her cheeks, its owner laughing as he sopped up her tears and then twisted her head to cram his tongue into her mouth. A low, satisfying groan escaped the woman's control, her body beginning to sway between the men, fists unclenching as the one man sucked feverishly at her tongue, trapping it in his mouth with his teeth as the one atop her continued to savage her breasts with tongue and teeth, digging in his nails as he squeezed with all the force he could muster.
She went limp like a puppet, finally giving up resistance. Only when nails dug in her flesh, drawing blood, she bucked, trying to get rid of the prying hands, which only made their owners make grasp more fiercely. The man behind her was the first who couldn't hold back anymore, followed shortly by his companion. Yet the biting and tearing didn't stop.
Her head lolled back onto the shoulder of the man behind her, the moans escaping her lips as the treatment continued now breathless. Her body sagged between them, both pressed up to the hilt inside of her as the one atop continued to worry away at the bleeding mounds, both men eyeing their rise and fall. The woman's head sank further, eyes drifting shut. A smirk curled the lips of the man atop her as the softening nub fell away from his mouth. Slipping out of her, the two laid her as they had before, if even more limp. The one reached down and gave one of the breasts a pat before following his partner to their rough campsite at the tree.
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