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  He threw the frock to the forest floor. ‘Better?’ he asked gruffly.

  ‘My gown,’ I gasped. ‘Ye ruined it!’

  ‘I promised yer father I’d return ye. I did not say I’d take care of yer laundry,’ replied the highlander.

  I turned around and we rode on, but I became incredibly aware of the feeling of the highlander’s body, pressed up against my skin, his thick kilt rubbing against the thin layer of silk upon my backside. I felt as though the highlander’s eyes were boring into me too, and I began to grow aware that the feeling of the saddle’s pummel, rising up between my thighs, was in fact beginning to produce a rather pleasurable sensation in my secret place. That the continual gentle pressure and rubbing, the up and down movement as the horse rode forwards was in fact making my secret place rather moist, and I found myself pushing down upon it, applying a wee bit of extra pressure myself, enjoying the sensation as I was.

  Soon, I began to moan with pleasure, as the heat rose to my cheeks and I felt my breasts and lips swelling with pleasurable sensation.

  ‘What are ye doing, lassie?’ said the highlander. ‘Stop that.’

  But I couldn’t stop. I felt overwhelmed with desire now. It was as if nothing else mattered, nothing could stir me out of this wonderful reverie. I had a thirst, and I needed to drink. I had a hunger, and I needed to eat. I had a hole inside me, and it needed to be filled…

  Suddenly, the highlander stopped the horse, and took me down to the ground. He undid the knot that was tying me to him, and then he lifted me in his arms, up, over his shoulder, and carried me over to a tall, sturdy oak tree. Silently, as I groaned with pleasure in his arms, he tied me to the tree, so that my bosom was pressed up against it, my cheek was against the bark, and my behind was facing outwards, towards the forest.

  ‘Yer father told me I was to punish ye if ye misbehave,’ said the highlander, standing behind me, though I could not see him. Then, I felt his warm, rough hand, on the back of my silk nightdress, and his fingers lifting up the hem of my dress, revealing my lack of undergarments, and my bare bahookie to him. ‘Take note, lassie,’ said the highlander darkly, and then, after a moment in which I neither heard nor felt a thing, I suddenly felt the sting of the highlander’s rough palm on my backside.

  I cried out in pain, but that pain very soon gave way to something else entirely. The stinging sensation spread out across my buttocks, and then down to my delicate wee sex, and I felt myself filling up with a foggy, mesmerising sort of lust.

  ‘Strike me again, highlander,’ I said calmly. ‘For I do not think I’ve learnt my lesson yet.’

  Soon, I felt another thwack on my behind, this time even harder than the last. It caused my entire body to press up hard against the tree, rubbing against the rough bark, my silk dress becoming snagged and filthy on the tree. But still, I didnae care. And still, I felt even more turned on.

  I became aware of the sound of the highlander, breathing heavily behind me. ‘Have ye learnt yer lesson now, Missy?’ he asked, in a strange, twisted sort of voice that I had not heard him use before.

  I was trembling so much, that I dinnae think he noticed me shaking my head, but I felt his hands upon my backside again. This time, after he skelped me, his hand remained on my backside, cupping the flesh of my buttock in his huge palm, and then moving his hand up and down, ever so slightly, causing me to moan with pleasure. His fingers were so close to my secret place that if I had not been tied so fast to the tree, I could have wriggled just an inch further back, and one of his fingers might have slid up inside me!

  But alas, I could not move an inch, and I was entirely at this brutish man’s disposal.

  ‘Take me, highlander,’ I whispered. ‘Take me here, against this tree.’

  The highlander’s hand started to squeeze my buttock, to squeeze it with all its might, until his fingers were pinching my flesh red raw, making me squeal in agony, begging him to stop hurting me… and then he stopped. ‘I have sworn an oath,’ said the highlander, finally. ‘I swore I’d return ye with yer maidenhood intact. I am here to protect ye, and to keep ye pure.’

  As he said those words, I felt his body pressing up against mine, the smooth, hard kilt pressing into my back, and something else, something smoother, and softer, pressed up against my buttocks, trying to push its way between them, like a snake trying to find a way into my sex.

  ‘Och, highlander!’ I cried out. ‘I don’t care about yer damn oath. Put yer snake inside me!’ I had never spoken such filthy words, and the words seemed to drive the highlander wild. He grabbed me harder, pulling my hair back and causing my head to yank back in pain, and then taking the trunk of the tree in both his hands and pushing himself against me. I felt the snake grow again, to almost twice the size, its bulbous tip pressing up against my soft pink pussy lips, so close to entering me, causing my thighs to tremble with anticipation and lust…

  And that’s when we heard the snap of a twig behind us, and the sound of a sword being unsheathed.

  Chapter 4

  ‘Well ain’t this a bonny scene?’ said a voice behind us. ‘’Ang on a minute… Ain’t that the Laird of Argyll’s daughter, and… who’s this, then? A brutish highlander, about to rape her, eh? Well, well, well…’

  The highlander moved away from me, leaving me shivering, half with desire, and half with fear. Suddenly, three men moved into my line of vision, each one holding a sword, looking at me lasciviously, enjoying the sight of me tied to a tree, my rump bare and gleaming in the lazy forest sunlight, my breasts pushed up tight against the bark, trussed up like a prize pig for them to behold.

  The men were dirty; they looked poor and unkempt. I recognised them as what my father called ‘outlaws’, a group of bandits who lived outside the city walls, killing any rich folk that came across their path, and selling our parts to fund their roguish lifestyles.

  And then I saw the highlander stepping forwards into my line of vision too. He had removed his kilt while standing behind me, before we were interrupted, and I now saw the snake that had teased my entrance so wonderfully, just moments before. And seeing it in the flesh was no less impressive. The thing was a marvel. It was huge! Still perfectly erect and naked, it stuck up at right angles to his body, pointing toward the sky as if to say that it knew the way to heaven, and I am pretty sure if I had been able to sit upon that thing, allowing it to pierce the soft place between my thighs, it would have been the way to heaven itself.

  I must say it looked rather odd, seeing the highlander standing there, with his dagger unsheathed and pointing skywards, and his snake unsheathed and pointing skywards too. It was as if he had two daggers, one for the outlaws… and one for me.

  In a flash, I heard the sound of metal slicing through the air, and I saw a mess of swords and daggers. I heard cries and groans and saw blood and limbs crashing to the floor. The whole thing mustn’t have lasted for longer than minute, but, by the end of it, I wasn’t sure who had died, and who had lived, until my eyes came back to focusing and my heart palpitations died down a wee bit, and I saw that the highlander had won the fight for me. He turned and looked at me, his big meaty cock still perfectly stiff and erect, his sword covered with blood, and he nodded. I swear, I have never found a nod so erotic. ‘I tauld ye I was sworn to protect ye, didn’t I, lassie?’ asked the highlander, and then he looked down at his snake.

  Now it was my turn to nod.

  ‘Are ye afeart?’ asked the highlander, walking towards me.

  I looked at the mess of bloody bodies, strewn about the forest floor. This time, I shook my head.

  ‘Keep yer eyes on the ground while I satisfy ye,’ whispered the highlander, and he dropped to his knees behind me. Then, I felt his hands, working their way up my long, smooth legs, his lips following his hands, kissing the inside of my thighs, making me shake with pleasure and nerves, as his kisses grew higher, and I could feel the warmth of his lips moving up towards my sacred place.

  I kept my eyes on the
ground, on the bloody tangle of outlaws’ bodies, trying my best not to be afeart, and not to cry out in case any other outlaws were nearby, and interrupted our scene once more. But when the highlander’s fingers parted my thighs slightly, and the highlander began kissing the delicate flesh of my sex, I couldn’t help letting out a cry. I looked around fearfully, checking there was nobody else in this place, but we were all alone, save for a stag, which stood watching me with wide, black eyes.

  Och, my goodness! His tongue was exploring my special lips now. The lips between my thighs. He was licking them up and down, splitting them gently apart with his tongue and pushing his smooth muscle between the lips, into the entrance to my passage, causing me to tremor like a volcano about to erupt. The feeling of my shaking thighs caused the highlander to resume his licking with an even greater further now, and I started when suddenly he introduced a finger as well as his tongue. At first, the finger stroked the outsides of my soft pussy lips, but soon, I felt that pushing against my entrance too, and, when it was fully coated with my juices, he pushed it all the way in.

  At first, my body resisted him, and I felt him having to push hard against the resistance, but, quickly, due to the slickness of his finger and the wetness of my juices, he was all the way up inside me, stroking me with a movement that was not dissimilar to a beckoning motion, like he was beckoning my sex to come closer. And come closer, it did. I felt a huge surge of pleasure build up in the pit of my stomach, and then begin spreading out, further down, radiating out from my sex into the tops of my thighs, and then buzzing through my veins like lightning. It was magical! I felt my cheeks redden and I let out a sharp, high-pitched moan as the pleasure so completely overtook me.

  The highlander grabbed onto my legs, holding me still as I shook, and then he stood up, pressing the weight of his body against me. ‘I want ye so much,’ he snarled. He kissed me, hard and hungrily, on the side of my neck, and then I felt his hands parting my thighs once more.

  I held my breath, waiting, wondering if it was really about to happen to me, if I was about to lose my flower, here in this forest, to this highlander who had hunted me down, whose name I did not even know. And that’s when I felt it. The warm snake, huge and smooth, nudging against the entrance to my sex.

  ‘Ye want this, don’t ye?’ whispered the highlander. ‘Ye want to be taken like this?’

  Unable to speak any longer, I merely nodded, weakly and desperately.

  I felt the highlander grab hold of his meat, guiding it this way and that, rubbing it gently across the entrance to my sex, making it slick with my juices, and then, slowly, I felt the tip of his penis push my pussy lips tenderly apart. And then, after a wee bump of tension, he was all the way inside me. I was totally full of him and it felt incredible, and then, smoothly, expertly, he began to move inside me.

  I grabbed on to the tree in front of me. It was such pleasure, such unbelievable, powerful, bone-juddering pleasure. The wee, tight muscles inside my slit gripped so hard, trying to keep him inside the whole time, begging him, with their grip, not to pull out. He pushed harder. It felt like his whole body was a muscle, was a cock, getting exactly what it wanted from me, from my womanly form. His hands searched for my breasts, pulling away the fabric of my nightdress and pushing his hands between my bosom and the tree, trying to get as big a handful of me as he could. His hands grabbed my enormous, swollen flesh with a terrible greed and hunger.

  ‘Holy fuck, lassie,’ he growled behind me. ‘Ye’re an incredible beast.’

  I felt his meat grow larger and firmer inside me, and he began to move faster still.

  ‘I’m yers,’ I moaned, barely able to recognise myself. ‘Do what ye want with me.’

  I felt him shudder as I said this, and he pumped harder.

  ‘That’s right,’ I said, panting, ‘take me harder, highlander. This body belongs to ye.’

  He was so strong, and he moved me exactly as he wanted, and what he wanted was to get his meat as deep into me, as much as he could. He began to get faster and faster and then, with a moan, he yanked the rope tying me to the tree, and set me free in one, quick motion. He took hold of my hips and lifted them up, pressing my back against the tree trunk now, as I faced him.

  I could see his hard, determined eyes, piercing into me, and I looked down at the protrusion of flesh between his legs.

  My god! I had never seen a man’s parts up close before. He was like a monster. Did men really grow that big down there? How did they keep those things hidden beneath their kilts and pantaloons? This snake was enormous, thick and smooth and pumped with blood and veins, glistening moist with my juices, reaching out upwards, desperate to take me again.

  ‘Oh, ye brute,’ I panted, ‘defile me exactly as ye wish.’

  He grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto him, skewering me with his cock in one quick movement. This time, when his cock slipped effortlessly into me, it felt even bigger. It was touching some other part of me, and he just pushed more and more. It felt even better than before but totally different, as though he knew, just knew, that this is what I’d wanted all along. He moved harder and harder, moaning, groaning, straining to get in and out of me and then I felt it, this build up of tension in his cock, it seemed to pulse with a liquid, throbbing energy. He was putting his seed in me!

  The thought of this powerful, roguish man throbbing inside me drove me over the edge. In a fog of lust and passion, he reached his hand in between my legs and started to rub my nub, soft then hard and, as he continued to burst inside me, I felt my own climax building inside. My body tensed and tightened. My pussy pulsed in time with the last few spurts of semen from his cock, and I looked up over my shoulder.

  ‘We are safe here, aren’t we?’ I asked, seeing only the stag and the dead bodies around me.

  The highlander looked at me, his breath heavy. I knew that I was completely safe with this man. He was still holding me up in the air, and he felt so strong I thought he might perhaps lift me up here, sweeping my feet off the ground, forever. Finally, though, he placed me on the ground before him, and I almost fell to my knees, my legs were trembling so much.

  Without saying a word, the highlander lifted me back up onto the horse, his seed spilling out from my sex and onto the saddle, and he replaced his kilt, then jumped up onto the saddle behind me, and tied me to him once more.

  Chapter 5

  As the day wore on, the highlander still hadnae said a word, and I began to wonder if he’d had an attack of conscience. Did he feel bad about what had happened, and wish that he hadnae done it? Was he worried that I might grow fat with his wean, and that my father would find out and have him killed?

  Och, my mind was running away imagining things! Imagining what might happen if I did get pregnant. If my belly swelled up with the seed he had put inside me, how magical and wonderful that would feel! I would have a piece of the highlander growing inside me for months. It would be like making love to him over and over again, every day, for as long as his wean grew in my womb.

  As darkness began to fall upon the forest, the highlander called upon his horse, Italy, to stop, and Italy looked grateful for the rest, and began eating some grass nearby with an insatiable hunger.

  The highlander started to build a fire, and then, when that was done, he turned to me. ‘We must settle down for the night now,’ he said. ‘The fire will keep us safe and warm, but I’m going to have to tie ye to me to stop ye running away.’

  ‘Why would I run away?’ I asked, looking at my captor with fond, lusty eyes.

  The highlander didnae answer, but took out the rope I was now becoming so well acquainted with, and he tied me to him, so that my backside was pressed up against his groin, and I could feel his breath in my hair. I felt his meat grow hard instantly.

  That night, lying on the forest floor, he took advantage of the fact our bodies were pressed so close together, and he fucked me again, hard, and, as dawn was breaking, I woke up to find he was fucking me yet again. I
had never felt so wanted, never been around a man so horny and hungry for me, and it drove me crazy with pleasure.

  ‘Please,’ I panted, when he had finished defiling me. ‘Dinnae take me back to the castle. Dinnae make me marry that French oaf.’

  The highlander took my shoulders in his huge, strong palms, and squeezed them until I cried out in pain. ‘Do ye really think we have been heading to the castle?’ he asked, laughing. ‘I had a change of heart when I met ye, lassie. We are on our way to the coast.’

  I felt my eyes begin to well up with tears. ’We are going to Italy?’ I asked, full of hope and a new, sudden longing for freedom.

  ‘If ye like,’ said the highlander. ‘We can go anywhere, as long as it is far, far away.’

  I wriggled back against the highlander’s cock, his seed seeping out of me, covering the tip of his cock with wetness and his own salty semen, and smiled. ‘Yes, please,’ I said. ‘I think we shall go to Italy. But wherever ye take me, just promise me one thing?’