The Sheik and the Slave

"Stop it! I forbid you to touch me!!" Katharine cried in an almost hysteric voice as two unknown men approached her.

The two men were unknown to her and unshaven. They looked like peasants, dirty and unclean, and she glanced around for help. Other women were around but they were also being attacked. The men were all mounted or galloping around waiting for their prey to be disrobed.

She began to back away from the men, even as they advanced upon her.

"Don't got nowheres to go, duchess," said one man in a thick accent as he wiped his hand across his mouth.

The other man eyed her luscious breasts and pulled a knife from his boot.

"Come on, lovey," said the man with the knife. "They all want it. Same as you. What's a woman for but to tumble on 'er back and 'ave at it."

"Do you know who I am?" Katharine cried as one man reached out for her. She tried to fight, but it was in vain. The men were too strong for her and she couldn't evade them.

One man held her in his meaty grip as the other began slashing at her skirts. Her skirts fell at her feet in a limp pile and the men admired her long legs.

"Lovely little fox you are," said the one man.

"I forbid you to do this!" she yelled.

The men ignored her and began caressing her as they cut off her corset ties and wrenched it from her body. Katharine tried to cover herself, but their rough hands squeezed her breasts. One man kneaded her breasts with his fingers and teased her tender nipples with his callused fingers.

"You are a lovely bird," he grinned, as he began to fondle his hard cock with his other hand.

She spat in his face and backed away from them while running. Their laughter echoed in her ears.

"Aint got nowheres to go, duchess," one of them called after her.

Her heart thudded in her breast at the shame of their touch.

She was naked and standing beside a small wheat field when she heard the horses' hooves beating upon the earth.

"No," she breathed out.

She didn't look back to see the rider because it didn't matter. She would never give in. Suddenly she was scooped up from behind and settled before him in the saddle.

"Princess. Why do you always run?" he murmured in her ear and she shivered.

Oh God. She would never be free of him. He nuzzled her neck once, biting it lightly.

"Give in, princess, give in," he said.

He lifted her slightly before him and before she could cry out, he impaled her upon his thick cock. The thrust filled her completely and she cried out once.

Oh God. Katharine closed her eyes tightly. It felt like heaven. She was so stuffed.

Mohammed grunted. He filled his hands with her breasts as he pumped into her body, echoing the rhythm of the horses' hooves into the ground.

"You will always be mine," he whispered to her.

"No," she whimpered.

“Yes. You will always be mine.”

***

Katharine jerked awake in the stagecoach. The older couple and woman stared at her as she blotted her forehead with a handkerchief. The stagecoach jolted with the steps of the horses and she could feel her stomach roll. She wanted to vomit.

"My dear. Are you all right? You look feverish," asked the older woman.