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Runaway Sex
by Anonymous (address withheld)

***

A mulatto slave runs away from a plantation. She'd 
heard bad stories about the Indians... She wondered, 
would they hurt her? (MF, nc, exh, intr, rom)

***

She had been on her feet from noon till night, trying 
to outrun the hounds and the catchers. She was sure 
they were hot on her trail, so there was no time for 
resting. She had run out of bread she had stolen from 
the kitchen and now she so hungry and thirsty. Her 
stomach had strong pains in it, and her slim body was 
feeling so weak and tired. She pulled off the scarf 
that held her hair up, and let it fall down heavy on 
her small back. 

The sun was beating down on her like the whips that she 
had seen lay open the backs of the field hands. She 
squinted her dark brown eyes to see there was a stream 
up ahead. A feeling of relief came over her like a 
refreshing cool sensation. She thought she'd get a nice 
drink and wash herself from all the sweat and anxiety. 
She tried to run to the stream as quick as she could. 

She held the sharp bladed knife in her hand, the one 
she'd taken from the house. She lay it down in the 
grass, and began to strip off her dress. She also began 
to partially strip down her undergarments so that she 
could wash her body really good. 

She took her hands and began to cup the cool, crystal 
waters and put it to her little mouth. She drank and 
drank, and let the water pour over the top of her soft 
wavy hair. She closed her eyes and took in the savory 
refreshing feeling. She was completely unaware of what 
was in the thick of the trees.

There were three Indian men with their horses. They had 
come along from the distance. They had spotted the 
stream and was bringing their horses to drink...But saw 
the pretty girl bathing in the stream. They stood 
watching in the trees as she let the water pour over 
her smooth, butterscotch breasts. She let her wet hair 
hang over her shoulder and began to ring out the water 
from it. Her body was more relaxed now, less tense.

She felt confident to continue her journey of escape 
now. There was a rustling sound somewhere in between 
the trees, she heard it. Her heart began to pound 
wildly, and immediately she grabbed her knife and her 
dress. Her fingers pulled her undergarments up to cover 
her naked breasts and belly and she began to back out 
of the water. 

Her eyes were searching fast and desperately while she 
backed up further and further. The Indian men came out 
from the trees toward her. She backed away now with so 
much fear. She had heard horrible things back on the 
plantation about the Indians from the master and all 
the others. She heard how they had killed so many white 
folks. What would they do to her, a runaway slave?

"Git away from round me!" she said backing away, 
holding the knife up to defend herself. One of the men 
came completely forward, challenging her. His deep, 
almond shaped eyes were calmly watching her as he moved 
closer. 

"I SAID GIT AWAY! I'll Kill ya dead!" she shouted. 

He lunged forward at her, and she tried to stab him 
with the knife with all her might. He grabbed her wrist 
quickly, and snatched the knife. She screamed as he 
grabbed her body from behind as she tried to run. So 
overwhelmed with terror she blacked out completely in 
his arms. 

She woke up inside a very strange place. There was a 
small fire in the middle of the room, and she was lying 
on top of what seemed to be animal furs. She felt 
groggy, and sat up very slowly. Her hair was in her 
face, and covering her small shoulders. She saw that 
she was the only one in this place, there was no one 
else there. 

She kept trying to recollect how she got to this place, 
and where she was. She saw that her dress was gone, but 
she was wearing her undergarments still. She remembered 
then that she had taken the dress off at the stream. 
Panic began to overtake her, and she felt she needed to 
leave that place. She stood up and tried to find an 
opening in the rounded room, and she finally found one.

She looked out to see Indians everywhere. Some where 
standing around talking, and there were some small 
children running and playing. She saw the face of the 
one who had challenged her when she had the knife to 
him...he was talking with some men over by some of the 
strange houses. He came towards her. She ran back 
inside the strange room.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. He began to 
slowly put his lips upon hers. She felt as if her 
breath was being stolen away, each time his lips were 
against hers. 

"No," she breathed in panicky, trying to pull away from 
his embrace. He aggressively pulled her even closer, 
until her body was up against his while he kissed her 
lips. She pushed him very hard with her hands, against 
his strong chest. 

He grabbed her arm very tightly and forced her onto the 
furry blankets. She protested, with her hands trying 
hard to keep him off. His sturdy arms held hers down as 
his lips went upon hers again. A deep feeling of 
hotness was upon her skin, when his finger rubbed in 
between her legs while he kissed her. 

Her mother always told her and her sisters to keep 
their legs tightly closed until marriage. She tried so 
hard to keep her legs closed, but his hands pried them 
apart and his finger kept rubbing back and forth up 
against her privates. She wanted to scream because it 
felt so good, but she couldn't help but to think she 
was sinning. 

Before she knew what was happening, he was ripping her 
undergarments all the way off. Her smooth body squirmed 
beneath him in protest as he rendered her naked and 
helpless. Her body trembled when she realized he had 
taken off the bottom part of his clothes. He straddled 
over her now while removing his top. 

"Wife!" he said to her.

"NO! No I ain't yer wife!" she screamed at him "Git 
away! Git away!"

He lay heavily on top of her, and pushed the head of 
his hard dick against her tight, pink, virgin hole. She 
yelped, still trying to get away from him. He began to 
kiss her lips again, while his fingers went to her soft 
breasts. She sucked in her breath... no man had ever 
touched her there before...

Her nipples were getting hard now and she felt wetness 
in between her legs. He forced the head of his dick 
into the tiny wet hole. She cried out in great pain. 
She had heard that opening up your legs would only 
cause the worst pain ever, and she was now convinced 
that it was true.

He pushed his hardness in and out of her at a steady 
pace, causing her to sob very loudly now. Her sobs 
became more prolonged and then became soft whimpering 
sounds. In and out... in and out... he moved. Her legs 
were against his sides and he fucked harder and deeper 
in between her legs. 

Finally his hardness began to swell inside her, ready 
to explode. His creamy juices shot deep into her womb 
as he came and his body went ridged. 

Drowsiness began to overcome her, and she felt fast 
asleep.

When she awoke again, she heard nothing but silence. 
She sat up and rubbed her blurred eyes. She planned to 
escape again. She was completely naked and could not 
find anything to cover herself with she peeked out the 
door opening and attempted to run. He saw her again. He 
grabbed her arm. 

"I'm getting out of here! This is not my home!" she 
said to him.

"Home," he said pointing at the ground. She looked to 
see that she was wearing some type of strange necklace.

A necklace of marriage ceremony...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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