Whimper, and look away

Jessica, cowed and scared involuntarily let out a whimper as she was manhandled.
The man took a deep inhale of her. She could feel his greasy tufts of hair brushing her cheek as he did so.
"I smell the scent of the beast on ya lass, but I'm not sure. Are ye a good lass?"
Jessica still shaking, uncertain and scared at the man's line of questioning struggled to find her voice.

"Well, ARE YA LASS?" the man reasserted, more loudly this time, the sudden loudness scaring Jessica into frantic nods.
"Ye-yes sirah, I am." she meekly responded.
The man regarded her. And let go her wrist. Jessica exhaled as the tension of the scene passed.

His hand smoothly cupped her breast, rasping to try to find a nipple hidden beneath her brassier. Jessica, still sensitive from earlier passions, found her nipples erect against his questing fingers, the sudden sensation caused her to shudder.
In a deeper voice he asked again, the lilt of voice lengthening the words. "Does a good girl like ye, thank they guardians?" Jessica could feel his stare on her chest, his fingers still absently lingering on her nipple. "In the way only a girl can thank a man?"
Jessica turned her gaze away.
There was a long pause. And the touch on her breast disappeared. But instead of going away the man stepped in to her, crushing her with an embrace. His dry rough lips kissed her exposed neck, his beard tickling abrasively against her throat. Jessica shuddered as a shock of fear and arousal passed through her. The kiss was gentle, but taken without asking.
Jessica stayed still, looking away. Providing no reaction to the man, who took this as a form of permission, dropping his pitchfork as he gently nibbled at her throat as if she were a long lost lover, instead of an imposed upon young woman faced by a dangerous man on a dangerous night.
Despite herself, Jessica found her treacherous body, the memory of the coupling still fresh in its nerves, sensitive to his coaxing touch. She felt his fingers at her buttons, questing to undo them quickly one after another before slipping them underneath her brassier. His assault on her throat never stopping as he sucked and teased her neck flesh. His hot breath rolled up and heated her jawline. Against her disgust, her hips swiveled lightly, her sore womanhood beginning to lubricate once more.
His fingers at her chest were more clever than his lips. They began massaging the underside, drawing flush into them, before dancing his fingers over the top side, and then drawing his palms over nipples. Drawing more and more attention to her aching chest, as he slowly teased them. Jessica could feel his man hood against her hips now. Not fully firm, but turgid, and heat emanating from the tool. Nothing like the muscular cock of the brute, and she wasn't sure if she was grateful or not for that fact.
His tactic had now changed, one hand continued to work her chest, as the other slowly disrobed her. Jessica's breath hitched, as she was slowly exposed to night air.
"Yar a good lass indeed" the man mumbled to no-one in particular, as he peeled the last of her over-clothes to the damp ground, leaving Jessica in her small clothes. A distant thought crossed her mind, was evidence of the Brute's seed still in her?