Evening.

They took James away about an hour later; one of the men who carried her looked dejected. She must have been taken down by him. Sarah herself hadn't seen the man who'd hit her; it wasn't until a guard came over and grabbed her roughly by the arm that she knew she was to be claimed. Her wrists were tied behind her back and a rope looped around her neck and pulled tight enough that she wouldn't slip it off. The other end was handed to a leering brute of a man, who had barely taken her out of the stockade before he began pawing her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and gripped her breast with his hand while the other dropped down to probe at her pubic hairs. He steered her toward another part of the stockade building, where a number of cots were laid out. Fortunately for her, it seemed, he wasn't inclined toward anything terribly violent tonight.

Not TERRIBLY violent, though, still left a lot of other things. Her wrists still tied behind her back, he thrust her up against a stained concrete wall. Thrusting a knee between her legs to pry them apart, his hands pressed against her breasts, squeezing and tugging on them. Her nipples were almost immediately sore and hard, standing out hard and red as cherries, waiting to be plucked. He twisted one cruelly and Sarah gasped, his leering grin growing bigger. That wasn't all. He held her against the wall with one muscular arm and unzipped the baggy cargo pants he wore, freeing a large and erect penis that he eagerly jerked up and down. Sarah tried to press her hips back to the wall but her bound wrists prevented her. They **** her hips forward invitingly, as if she were begging to have him. She closed her eyes. Even so, she could feel his thick fingers as he thrust them into her, her body beginning to respond a little despite her efforts. She grew moist; he was pushing her in all the right places, no matter how she might try to resist. The long, heavy weight of his member lay on her thigh, rubbing on her skin.

It wasn't long before he was pushing it against the lips of her pussy, the engorged head just barely spreading her apart. With a giant thrust, he rammed it into her and her whole body came off the ground. When her heels slammed down on the floor again, it was like a lightning bolt had struck her head. Stars burst behind her eyes and she gasped with the splitting pain in her head. He didn't stop, each thrust shaking her whole body. For the first time, tears of pain began to leak from the edges of her closed eyes. Her head felt like it was being torn in two, and from the constant hammering, she thought her pussy might actually have been. His tongue caressed her neck and made it way up to her jaw, where it snatched away her tears. Finally he grabbed her shoulders and pressed her down as he drove the deepest yet, pumping his seed into her. Sarah barely noticed, her head raging with pain and her gasping breath only just beginning to subside. Her arms were raw from rubbing on the concrete and the taut rope around her wrists might have drawn blood. She hoped he was finally done.