I remember screaming. I remember running. I remember tripping and falling, being caught, breaking free, being caught again and restrained. But these are not real memories. They are the creation of my battered psyche, an attempt to make sense out of what was then to me a senseless, purposeless act of fate in which my mind refused to accept that I might not have fought for my own life. In truth, I most likely passed out at the sight of my chaperone's gruesome murder.
What exactly had befallen us on the journey to the capital city seemed clear at first: we had been set upon by armed bandits, most likely to steal the gold within the false bottomed trunks that rode along with us. How they had known was a mystery to me. The carriage was unmarked, and none save my guardian and his household knew that I was being sent to convent that very day to be trained under the guidance of the holy ones.
I must admit I had not been pleased to learn of the arrangement he had made with them, for I was perfectly happy living under his roof. And yet my...transgressions...had troubled him enough that he felt my further development would be better placed in their hands. Like most young girls on the cusp of womanhood I had developed a healthy curiosity, yet I had been careless and now that I had reached maturity I would pay a heavy price for my indiscretion: removal from my childhood home for the duration of a year, far from the lands where my parents had raised me before their untimely death, beyond the fields and valleys where I had delighted in the simple pleasures of nature, charming man and beast alike with the sound of my voice raised in joyful song.
As for the gold, it was their payment. Usually it was sent ahead, so that a portion could be spent to prepare my quarters and the rest placed in trust for future expenses. However, thanks to my guardian's absentmindedness, the shipment had never been arranged and so it had been sent along with me, my chaperone, and a half dozen armed men of the household. Perhaps one of them had been a spy, a turncoat determined to keep a portion of that gold himself. Perhaps even my chaperone himself...ah, but these were only the ruminations of a scared, traumatized mind. I knew nothing of the truth and might not ever discover it.
What I do know to be true is that I awakened much later after the assault, lying on my side on a stone floor, bound and gagged and completely bare.
I know that I was bare not because I could see my reflection, but because I felt the cold dampness of the stale air over every inch of my skin. I knew not how long I had remained unconscious, nor where my assailants had disappeared to. Movement was limited; my arms were bound tightly behind my back at the wrist, elbow and upper arm, and my legs were doubled upon themselves, each ankle tied to a thigh with additional rope encircling my knees. A few more moments of self-inspection revealed that I was also blindfolded, also tightly and quite expertly. This explained the pitch black darkness of my current location.
Only my ears remained intact. I listened intently and heard no animal noises, nor any sounds that might be interpreted as human speech, however muffled or distant. Only an occasional faint grinding noise, like the opening and closing of a gate. Once I determined my life was most likely not in imminent danger, I resumed struggling against my bonds, but they held fast and I only succeeded in making myself more uncomfortable.
After what seemed like an eternity, the sound of footsteps approached, growing louder until a door was forced open, followed by several sets of boots that vibrated sharply against the stone floor where I lay.
They stopped in front of me and multiple pairs of hands lifted me up and carried me out of my enclosure, down a hallway and at least two flights of stairs, down another hallway and into a room, where I was placed face down onto a flat wooden surface, most likely a large table. Each of my bonds was checked in turn, and those about my arms were tightened to the point where I felt that my shoulders would pop out of their sockets.
A hand slipped between my thighs, and I instinctively closed them, shocked at the invasion. Immediately a pair of hands grabbed each leg and drew them apart. Then the hand was reintroduced as I screamed into my gag.
I felt fingers toying with my nether lips, pulling them this way and that, eventually tugging quite painfully as if to see how far they would stretch. The hand withdrew momentarily, though my legs remained forcibly separated. Footsteps retreated into another part of the room, then returned laying a tray on the table beside me. When the hand returned to the same region as before it tugged again, first on my right side. Something cold clamped down and was tightened into place, painfully squeezing and flattening my sensitive organ, then stretched down and out by means of an attached rope and tied off to the bond around my right knee. The same thing was done to the left side. I felt as though I would be ripped in two.
I was then flipped onto the reverse side, arms compressed underneath me, causing my back to arch towards the sky as my breasts protruded upward and outward. Another length of rope was looped behind each knee (a difficult task given that my legs were already bent double) and tied to some sort of post on either side. This ensured that I would remain spread widely and obscenely. A third length of rope was tied underneath my armpits and bound again to a post beyond my field of comprehension, and a final one looped around my waist and tied off to either side.
I steeled myself between shallow, labored breaths for the inevitable penetration. This was how my virginity would be lost. So be it, I would survive. What came next shocked me so much I made no noise at all. I didn't know what had even happened until I felt the pain radiate outward from the affected area.
