Dedicated to the fans – of course
Thank you so very much for being patient. I have had a very busy job and now I've changed jobs so I hope to have more time to write creatively.
Thank you for all your kind words and for enjoying the story of Kat and Mohammed because I certainly love telling it.
Nic
The carriage rocked back and forth and Kat settled uneasily into the cushions. She was excited about the trip to France but loathed the jolting of the trip
She sank into a fitful sleep and was troubled by her dreams.
She could hear the hounds barking in the distance as the hunt was about to begin.
She watched the men mount their horses one at a time and saw Jamie settle atop a grey dappled horse and gallop into the distance.
She wondered where the fox was and felt sorry for it. The violence was something she usually couldn't stomach and she hated the men chasing after the poor innocent creature.
Suddenly she turned as she heard a woman's gasp of outrage and cry of indignation.
A lovely red-haired woman was being disrobed in a brutal fashion next to her.
The woman's long skirts were slashed away from her body with a long sword and her corset followed.
The woman shrieked and cried as two men stripped her naked in front of the remaining men and women.
Just then a mounted blonde male swooped down and captured the redhead.
The man had already unbuttoned himself and was ready for the woman as his cock surged forward – hard and strong.
Kat could make out the woman being held in front of the man as he rode toward the sunlight impaling her upon his cock.
Kat gasped. Where was she? What was going on? It was indecent. Disgusting.
She heard a loud male voice urging the men on.
"Take the foxes, take them men," a voice cried out. "Take them and be quick about it!"
She watched two more women be disrobed and impaled upon large cocks as the couples rode off into the distance.
The women were squirming and crying as the men laughed in domination.
"Stop it! I forbid you to touch me!!" Kat cried in an almost hysteric voice as two unknown men approached her.
The two men were unknown to her and unshaven. They looked to be some sort of workmen as they approached Kat who 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 no wheres to go duchess," said one man in a thick cockney 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?" Kat cried as one man reached out for her.
Kat 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," Kat cried out.
The men ignored her and began almost caressing her as they cut off her corset ties and wrenched it from her body.
Kat tried to cover herself but their rough workmen's hands squeezed her breasts.
One man kneaded her breasts with his fingers and teased her tender nipple with his callused fingers.
"You are ever a lovely bird," he grinned as he began to fondle his hard cock with his other hand.
Kat screamed and spat in his face.
She backed away from them and began running.
Their laughter echoed in her ears.
"Aint got no wheres to go duchess," one of them called after her.
Her heart thudded in her breast at the shame of their touch.
Kat suddenly realized she was naked and standing beside a small wheat field.
She began walking through the field when she heard the horses' hooves beating upon the packed dirt.
"No," Kat breathed out.
She didn't look back to see the rider because it didn't matter. She would never give in.
Suddenly she was swooped 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. Kat closed her eyes tightly. It felt like heaven.
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," Kat whimpered, coming awake.
Kat looked around the carriage. The older couple and woman stared at her as she blotted her forehead with a handkerchief.
The carriage jolted with the steps of the horses and she could feel her stomach roll. She wanted to vomit.
"My dear. Are you alright? You look feverish," asked the older woman.
"Thank you, I'm fine. I don't feel well. It must have been something I ate," Kat told her.
Kat dabbed at her face again and settled back into the cushions.
It was only as she was falling asleep that she remembered she hadn't had anything at all to eat.
Quickly Kat began to dream again.
The pain ripped through her and she screamed into the room.
"That's it, little one, don't fight it," Bashasha cooed to Kat as the spasms racked her body.
"Ahhhhhh," Kat screamed as the pain tore through her body again.
Bashasha dabbed her forehead with a cool wet cloth and helped her as the pain subsided.
"It's almost over, little one," she said.
Kat could feel the spasm leave and she panted like a dog.
"Please, it hurts too much," Kat cried in exhaustion. "I can't take it."
"Of course you can little one, it's almost over," Bashasha told her and then cried out in excitement. "This is what women must do."
