An Ambush

Terra told herself that it was nothing, that nerves were just getting to her like on an anticipated hunt. Most of those were done in the early morn, but they were practically the same thing. Give or take the amount of light she was given.

Her footsteps moved the gravel beneath her feet while her bow hit her back gently with each small movement of her legs. As she continued circling the town, she noticed that people were turning in earlier. It was near harvesting time, meaning that more work in the fields would be necessary. Not to mention that men wanted more attention for their hard work.

Not that the women weren't eager to supply such attention.

The sounds of love easily filled the night, something that she used to block out as an embarrassed child. But she had many rebellious boys take her behind their house everyone once and a while. She wasn't the pretties girl in the village, nor the best wife material. However, she was the best relationship for the teenage boys wanting to show that they can love whoever they want to their parents... not that they actually wished to love her in the long run.

Reminiscing on such a night was a horrible idea on her part. For the second she let her guard down, she felt hands grab her arms and pull her into an unlit part of the town. Torches were not permitted near the forest unless wielded by venturing villagers. They drew attention of some creatures and some children were almost taken before. But right that second, Terra wished she had one.

The darkness covered the faces of those that had captured her and she went to yell for help. But when she went to make a sound, she felt leather wrap around around her mouth and tied tightly around the back of her head.

"Quiet, wench! You don't want to wake all of Wiggins now, do you?"

Quite frankly, she did. At least then these creeps wouldn't be able to handle her so roughly.

"Hey, Lorrick! Her arrows keep poking my face!"

"Shut up! Then remove them! She won't be needing them anyways."

Nervously, one of the hands shot out and grabbed the strap from her around her shoulder. It trailed down the piece of leather and across her breasts gingerly. She took in a breath at the sudden contact, making the one behind her laugh. "Ooh... She's sensitive!"

The one that had been standing in front moved swiftly around her and hit her strong assailant on the back of the head. The guy staggered, allowing his grip to loosen enough to allow her to run.

She did indeed try to get herself free, but the one in charge grabbed the back of her hair and pulled down hard. She let out a muffled cry as he pulled her close to him, allowing her back to meld into his form. He was lean and muscular, not too large or too lanky.

And she knew immediately who he was when he whispered into her ear.

"Don't squirm too much, Terra. You'll get me excited."

It was her ex-boyfriend Lorrick. The tall, blonde was one of the Farmer Walsh's boys and had taken a liking to her the minute she picked a fight with his mother. They made out in the fields and she even teased him a bit in the early mornings. But she soon dumped him when her father disappeared, possibly hurting his pride more than anything.

But she didn't care. She squirmed to try and free at least one arm, in hopes of getting her arrows back. That, however, did make Lorrick excited. She felt him grow hard against her and his voice deepen as he chuckled against her neck.

Cold lips pressed against her warm neck, sending chills down her spine.

"Teasing me again, Terr?" One of his hands moving from her waist and up to one of her breasts, squeezing it hard enough to make her gasp against the leather.

The other boys laughed in unison at her reaction, giving off that there were at least three more of them. "I thought we warned you against coming out tonight. Or... did you want this, you little whore?"

He pressed against her, his hard cock moving between her legs while his hand generously kneaded her breast.

Though she felt disgusted by such a situation, she felt her body responding. She grew moist and the more roughly he fondled her, the harder it was to suppress a moan.

And when one escaped her lips, she felt Lorrick nod against her shoulder. Before she could see what was going on, she felt something sharp against her clothes.

"Time to get rid of those clothes. We can't have them getting in the way."

The sound of tearing cloth echoed in her ears while the chilly air brushed against her skin. And as if nature itself curse her, the moon escaped the clouds and shown down to show her naked flesh.

However, she could see who were her assailants as well. Lorrick stood behind her, his trousers already unbuttoned and slumping low enough to show that a bulge hadn't been between her legs... but his cock itself.

The boys before her were other farmer boys and one shy lad that seemed to be more interested in hunting than conversing with anyone. Somehow... he seemed to be more excited than the rest.

"Lorrick! Can I get the first taste," asked Ilen, the largest one that had subdued her earlier. He had strewn her arrows behind them, scattered across the grassy plains.

"No," Lorrick stated. "Pin her down. I want to make her beg for it first."

She glared daggers at the young men as they grabbed her limbs and **** her onto her knees, trying to push her down to the ground. But she resisted, not willing to be taken down so easily.

She lost, though, when Lorrick aided in the subduing and pushed her onto the ground. She tried her best to cry out, but the leather muffled any cries that she had.

"So... Lorrick," Ilen spoke again. For the largest and slowest of the bunch, he was very talkative. "How are we going to make her beg for it?"

"That's easy," her ex-boyfriend stated. "We'll just-"