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"The Pennington Case"              10,10,9   (142)
"Young Stuff"                        7,8,7   (143)
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"In a Dark Place"                 10,10,10   (172)
"Incident at The Summer House"
"Getting the Business"
"Once Upon a Time"

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Once Upon a Time
by Jefferson James


Hurrying down the narrow, winding, forest path that led from the village
to her family's hovel, with her peasant skirt billowing like a cloud
behind her, Kate cursed herself. How, in the name of the gods, could she
have been so foolish, so absent-minded as to lose track of the time? It
was after nightfall.

It didn't matter that she was a maiden of the temple or that her various
duties as the governess of the occupying army's war orphans was the cause
of her predicament. All young women unfortunate enough to be out after
curfew were hunted like hares to feed the carnal hunger of the garrison
soldiers' wolf-like appetites. She was prey. 

Suddenly, her worst fears became a reality as a huge, heavy set man with
dark piercing eyes, scraggly black hair and a long stringy beard stepped
out from behind a large tree. Fighting her forward momentum with all her
strength, she tried desperately, frantically to avoid colliding with the
vile, unkempt brute. But it was useless.

As she stumbled and tumbled helplessly into his waiting, clutching,
muscular arms, he cackled and crowed like a demon, the evil spawn of hell
itself. Almost effortlessly, she was spun and flung headlong, like a sack
of horse fodder, over a fallen, moss covered log and into the thick,
tangled undergrowth beside the trail. Lying there dazed, too stunned to
move or cry out, she watched in abject horror as he leapt into the air,
howling, flying after her like a leather-winged devil. Then, he was on
her.

Terrified beyond description, she frantically screamed and cried as loud
as she could, emptying her lungs of what she was sure would be her last
earthly breath. His thick-limbed, massive, beast-like bulk laid heavy atop
her, pinning her small, twisting, turning, frail form to the cold earth.
Escape was impossible.

"There is nothing quite so exquisite as taking pleasure betwixt the
lily-white thighs of a fiery, spirited lovely as you," he hissed, as Kate
continued struggling and screaming like a banshee. "And you are a comely,
willful little bundle of fleshy, female charms, worthy of receiving my
seed and bearing my child. I'll enjoy this."

Frantically, panic-stricken, Kate wildly flailed her willowly arms and
legs in a valiant but futile attempt to get this awful monster off of her.
Her tiny, white-knuckled, clenched fists pounded repeatedly and furiously
on his black leather encased sides and mail vest covered back. But he just
laughed.

"How will I ever get my big, hard cock in your tight, little cunt, without
hurting you, if you keep squirming like a newt?" He roared, his big,
strong fingers digging mercilessly, viciously, into Kate's firm, ripe
breasts. "You might as well accept your fate, because nothing and no one,
not even your pitiful, impotent gods, can prevent me from ravishing you.
Submit!"

The terror his words stirred, like a witch's brew, doubled as his hands
quickly moved from her chest in opposite directions, ripping open the
bunched linen top of her dress above her tightly laced bodice, exposing
her milky-white, heaving breasts. Kate had never before in her life felt
such humiliation and degradation, having a part of her never before seen
by any man now laid bare in the bright moonlight before a disgusting,
brutish stranger. It was horrible.

Unrelenting, unwilling to admit defeat, Kate continued kicking, screaming,
and crying in her passionate but hopeless struggle to regain her freedom.
But he was far too strong, too determined in his lustful pursuit of sexual
satisfaction for her distress and meager resistance to prevent him from
doing what he pleased with her. And she knew it.

His large, calloused hand choked off her tortured, hysteric vocalizations
as he tightly gripped her throat, holding her firmly to the ground. His
gaping, grinning, mouth wetly closed noisily over her delicate breast as
he slurped, sucked, and tongued her tiny, stiff, bright pink nipple. Her
rape had begun.

"You'll fight me like a tiger, tooth and nail, every step of the way,
right up until I'm filling your sweet cunt with my warm, manly sauce,
won't you?" he taunted. "But you'll fail and be taken as surely as the sun
will rise in the morning, as surely as the moon shines above us now,
watching and witnessing you're pathetic resistance. I'll have you."

Kate swallowed hard and shivered with a dreadful loathing and fear,
knowing deep down in her mortal soul that every word he said was true and
would come to pass. But her fierce pride and firm religious beliefs would
not allow her to surrender herself and her honor to him, to be used
without regard like a common prostitute. She had to fight.

As he eased his bulky weight from her slender form for an instant, Kate
used what she thought was an opportunity to escape to slide her legs
sideways in an attempt to crawl from beneath him. The moment his large
hand began slithering like a viper, downward between their closely pressed
bodies, she realized the folly of her actions and desperately attempted to
close her open legs. It was too late.

As his coarse hand crudely rubbed her wide spread crotch through the thin
fabric of her dress, Kate's pride and dignity poured from her eyes and
streamed down her flush cheeks in rivlets of despair. Tugging in vain on
his sinewy arm with all her strength, she felt his hot, foul breath on the
side of her tear soaked face and heard his gruff voice in her ear as he
asked her, "Are you pure?"

"Please, in the name of the gods and all that is sacred, let me go," Kate
pleaded, violently shaking her head, tossing her long, scarlet hair from
side to side. "My defilement, losing my chastity, which I value more than
life itself, would mean breaking my vows as a maiden of the temple, making
me forever shunned by the men of my village, never to wed. Don't do this!"

Gratefully, almost unbelieving, Kate felt his big, intrusive hand cease
its groping and slowly retreat from between her trembling legs. Just as
she was about to begin feeling thankful for the merciful sparing of her
honor, she felt a violent tug and heard the disheartening sound of cloth
ripping as her skirt was partially torn free at the waist from the rest of
her dress. Her hopes vanished.

"How can you behave like this, like an animal not worthy of being called a
man," Kate gasped, pulling with both hands at the powerful hand clenching
her throat. "You have a mother, perhaps a sister, a wife, daughters, whom
you would not want to suffer the horrible indignity of being treated in
such a manner. Think of them."

"You are not them," he jeered, lifting his suckling, slobbering mouth from
her wet, saliva coated breast, and  wickedly grinning into her tormented
face. "You are a low-bred, slip of a girl, born to an inferior race, whose
only value is the cunt between her legs and the pleasure it brings. Accept
it."

"From this moment on, for breaking curfew, you'll be a slave of the state,
a whore of the garrison, spending a large portion of your child bearing
years on your back with a man's cock buried deep within your belly," he
chuckled. "When you are not heavy with our children in your womb, any
soldier who wants you may use you, dragging you from your bed and taking
you in front of your family, in the square in front of the entire village,
or anywhere else he wishes. It's the law."

Telling her what she knew, from hushed, whispered, stories at the temple,
to be the truth, caused the blood in Kate's veins to chill like a slush
filled mountain stream. As his hand was busy in its continuing task of
laying her bare, tearing her skirt from her dress, shoving it down her
ivory thighs, she renewed her fight, thrashing fiercely and screaming,
"I'd rather die."

His rough, cracked, fingers slid over her smooth, flat stomach, slipping
beneath her undergarments, and through the sparse, curly hair crowning the
most private part of her young, nubile, body. Kate kicked her tormentor's
leg and he yelped as if he were in pain, mocking her pitiful efforts at
defending herself and her chastity. Then he laughed.

"Don't be coy, playing little girl games with me, childishly pretending
you don't want this to happen," he said, grinning in her pretty face,
worming a thick, stubby finger into the mouth of her virgin vagina. "Your
cunt is warm and moist, anxious for a good fucking, drooling with hunger,
ready and eager to swallow up my big, stiff cock. You're lusting."
 
Kate's pleading, tear filled eyes widened with dreadful, gut-wrenching
fear as she felt his heavy body shift, knowing what he was doing, knowing
he was freeing his cock from his clothing. Again he shifted, his big hand
effortlessly pushing her free leg aside, his large body clumsily dropping
between her wide-spread, trembling thighs, the sticky and wet, spongy head
of his meaty prong pressing against the lips of her cunt, causing them to
flare slightly. She gasped.

Less than half a heartbeat later, Kate's cunt was painfully stretching
open, reluctantly accepting his invading cock into its velvety smooth,
warm sheath, engulfing him like the tide covers the shore. With a mournful
cry she felt him stab through her maidenhead, tearing and ripping it
asunder, stealing from her that which she treasured more than life itself.
All was lost.

A dark, black cloud, as dark as pitch, as black as the very depths of her
own personal hell, enveloped Kate's wildly beating heart. But still, with
every bit of strength left within her, she fought, wriggling and squirming
in a vain attempt to dislodge her attacker's surging cock from her
deflowered vagina. She had to.

As he savagely pushed and pulled himself in and out of her, growling like
a rutting bear, Kate wrestled desperately with her rapist. If she could
only escape before he filled her with his seed, she might be able to deny
the coupling had ever occured,preserving her honor, and avoiding her
wretched fate. If only...

On and on he plunged into her, his invading cock attacking and retreating,
attacking and retreating, filling and emptying her vagina over and over
again. His eyes burned like coals as he fucked in and out of her, his
sweaty pelvis slamming into her wide open crotch, his rough hands mauling
her breasts. Then, he moaned.

Suddenly, Kate's tear streaked face twisted with anguish, horror and
disgust as her ears filled with a terrible, groaning and grunting, and she
felt a warm, gushing, wetness flooding her cunt. Defeated and overflowing
with his sperm, Kate feel silent and limp with exhaustion and a reluctant,
forlorn resignation she didn't want to accept, but could no longer deny.
It was done.

Lying there beneath him, sobbing softly, she felt an awful, searing pain
in her left shoulder as he proudly carved the garrison's sign upon her
ravaged body, identifying her as one carrying a soldier's unborn child.
Chuckling, he rolled off of her and watched as she crawled away into the
darkness, her head hung low in shame, her cunt wet and runny with his
semen. She wanted to die.

"The law proclaims that if any harm comes to a whore of the state or the
child she may be carrying, five of her family will be killed in vengence
for the unborn, and three young girls of her clan will be chosen to
replace her," he called out to Kate as she disappeared into the night.
Tomorrow, when I tell the other soldiers of my triumph and of our newest
whore, you'll be dragged to the barracks and spend a full day on your back
servicing the garrison. Sleep well, whore.

The End.

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