Heather is undone

The Reverend Duncan MacPhail, his face bloody from the early blow with the rifle butt, had climbed out of the car and was tearing at the rebel soldiers who were holding down his naked daughter over the hood of the vehicle. "Stop this, now!" The frail old missionary had summoned up the last of his strength to defend his daughter's honor.

Two of the soldiers pummeled the man with their fists; Duncan went down in a heap. The leader, obviously angry at the interruption, shouted an order to his men. The instantly pulled the old man to his feet and held him tightly.

"Old man, watch closely! This is what women are good for!" The leader undid his belt and dropped his pants. His sizable cock was already hard. He rubbed the fat knob up and down through Heather's wet slit and then **** it between her virgin pussy lips. With one violent, cruel thrust, he drove his cock deep into the young women's belly.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Heather's scream pierced the dusty clearing. The soldiers, watching their leader **** the girl, cheered in approval.

The leader, intent on punishing the old missionary, laughed as he fucked the girl hard and furious. Heather's ass slammed down into the car's hood with every thrust of the man's cock. Without piety, he slammed into her. Then, as quickly as he had begun, he gasped.

"Ooooooooo...." Heather's sorrowful moan told the tale. The rebel leader was filling her belly with his hot cum.

He pulled away from the young missionary, his cock dripping cum. A thin river of blood and cum spilled out of Heather and down onto the car. The leader smiled at the old missionary. He barked another order.