Filling me. Fucking me. Relentless. Mirthless. Driving again and again into my inner softness. Uncaring in its demands. Uncaring of the tears that dec...orate my bruised and glowing face. Uncaring of the ragdoll shaking of my shoulders, the forced gasping breaths, my bouncing breasts, the heaving of my stomach, the twisted writhing of my entirety. Uncaring, my fingers clinging to its rough smooth surface as it jackhammers. "Bitch." Just flesh. Trembling and pathetic. Just blood and muscle and. I spent two days in Ft. Smith letting my horse catch his breath before I headed north again. The country I soon ran into was rough enough that the trail really wandered about, so it took me another week to reach Missouri. Around here, I couldn't see that there was enough difference between Arkansas and Missouri to amount to a hill of beans, but the local people seemed to care.I headed northeast and it took me nearly five days to reach Springfield. Of course, the war may had had something to do. When the ropes where tightened so I was forced to stand there with my arms up over my head, spread apart. I then felt things being put around my ankles. Right then my mind was going nuts, I was building up to a wonderful climax because of the two people working my clit and nipples, being naked, tied up, and made to be spread eagle like this. This was all exciting, and as turned on as I was, God forgive me, I loved it.I heard a woman's voice; I could not put a face with it at first, she said,. "Jason!"He fucked her through it, making her come even harder. He only lasted another moment though, before she saw the unmistakable signs of him going over the edge. She loved to watch him come."Fuck!" He buried his face in the seat next to her head, his cock jerking and throbbing inside her. Wet heat filled her and she pushed her hips up, moaning as her still-clenching pussy milked it out of him. They were both gasping and trembling, pressed slick and hot against each other.She sunk against.