the bed, buttocks high in the air. He slapped her round mounds twice and then she felt his cock ram itself up inside her folds. He grunted like an animal and she heard the sharp slaps of his thighs against her buttocks as he thrust again and again. He roared like a bear and snorted like a stag. He panted like a dog and blew hard through his nose like a stallion. Her face was pushed over and over into the mattress. She turned her head to clear her nose and mouth from the bedding so she could breathe.
Her arms and hands were free, but in this position all she could do with them was flail them on the bed. He was enjoying her desperate struggles and she realized she was crying and gasping. Her own voice sounded like the cry of a prey animal being ripped apart and eaten. His thrusts had started to hurt and the edge of the bed pressed into her belly with every jerk of his hips.
He was panting now, forcing himself in and out quickly, faster and faster. She heard him mutter under his breath, “oh, oh, oh” with each plunge. He gurgled and groaned. She cringed and dug at the bedclothes, praying for it to end soon.
“Ha! Little doe!” he cried, and his big hand came down to slap her hard on her thigh like he was riding his horse. He did it again. The bed began to side on the floor with the force of his pounding stabs. He increased the tempo and his cries of pleasure became shrill. She felt him come as his hands closed on her shoulders with a painful squeeze. He drove himself far up inside her and the pain made her gasp with every forceful thrust. He roared with every spurt and his fingers tore at her skin. He finished with a wheezing moan. She felt him bend over and bite her between the shoulders as a stallion bites a mare when he mounts her.
“Ah, God, that was good,” he panted as he withdrew.
Victoria was too sore to move right away. She had felt his soft dick slide out of her and the familiar drooling of cum down her inner thigh. She stayed bent over the bed, afraid to move, feeling the sore spots where he had grabbed her and hit her and bit her and pinched her. She would be bruised all over. Jack would see this abuse and be furious. Lord Brigayne’s cum continued to dribble down her thigh.
He murmured, “Oh. Well then. Oh shit.”
He must have had a lot of cum, she thought, for now her ankle was wet with it. Too wet. With great effort she used her arms to push herself up from the bed. She heard him putting the robe on behind her. She heard him unlock the door and heard it close behind him. She staggered to her feet, holding the bed’s footpost for balance. That is when the cramping started and she felt the gush of warm blood flow down her thigh and her calf and her ankle and soak her left foot.
Chapter Seventeen
She didn’t have to fall asleep this time. This time she fell from the ceiling. She landed with a bounce on her bed in the lake house. It was broad daylight and the sounds below told her that Sharon and the boys had finished lunch and were getting ready to go to the park. She knew this because Richard was screaming “Park now! Park now!” and Sharon’s calm voice replied, “We will get in the car when Eric’s shoes are tied.”
She looked down at her body half expecting to see the homespun wool dress and a wide apron. But no. She was dressed as she had been what seemed months ago: jeans and a tee shirt and sandals. She heard doors slamming and then Sharon’s minivan start and back out of the driveway, but still she was afraid to move. She put a hand tentatively over her belly.
“Oh my fucking God,” she breathed. Little chill bumps raised up and down her arms and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Her whole scalp tingled. She blinked several times. She didn’t have to be in a long ago century to imagine what would happen next. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and put her head in her hands.
Jack would be furious that she had been taken. He would be sickened