Hi guys, sorry about the delay! I was on vacation. Thanks for all the reviews and e mails, they're greatly appreciated and really do help. As usual, I have no idea where I'm headed with my fanfic, so am just going to write as I think. If I contradict myself in this chapter or get something wrong, sorry, I had to reread the first three chapters to refresh my mind on what I wrote about so far. By the way, I know some of the characters' reactions might not be compatible to the real characters' reactions on the show, but I haven't been watching TLW for a long time, and am still learning about each and every character! So sorry for the mistakes! Hope you like it still though! Enjoy!
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Chapter 4
**** Rated R
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"John! John, please wake up! I'm sorry! I need you in my life…John, I need you…" Marguerite whispered, while her tears slowly trickled down her cheeks, stinging the one that was slowly swelling.
"Well everyone, set up the tents, I suppose we need to stop for the night. I suppose it's also for the best, seeing how I have some unfinished business that I can wait no longer to fulfill….or conquer," Salin stated, while the others knowingly chuckled, and slowly walked towards Marguerite.
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"....or conquered," Marguerite heard the wind carry over to her.
"You think, that you, can actually conquer me!? That you could actually possess me, have me, own me? Well think again you trash! If I wanted to be possessed, or as you say....conquered, it would be with anyone but you!" Retorted Marguerite as she looked up from Roxton's unmoving body.
"That can be accomplished!" Salin roared. He reached down and grabbed onto Marguerite's wrist and pulled her up harshly. "Do you see those men over there? I bet they're dying to get their hands on you! One sign from me, and you'll be regretting you ever crossed our path."
Salin used one of his fingers and tilted Marguerite's face to the side. Examining the swelling of her cheek, "It's still bleeding. Does it hurt as much as the satisfication I had when I knocked your lover into the unconscious lump that he is now?" Salin sneered.
"You bastard!" Marguerite yelled and swiped his arm away from her.
Salin retaliated by grabbing both of Marguerite's shoulders and squeezing tightly. Marguerite winced but would not utter a single sound, to show to him a brave front. Salin grinned evily at this display of courage, and without further ado, jerked her over to him and plastered her body against his.
Marguerite tried to struggle away from his close grasp, but he was too strong for her. His face was coming closer and closer and closer to hers. No more space between the two, Salin viciously claimed Marguerite's lips. *** You're mine now.
Trying to pull herself away from him, Salin purposely knocked the two off their balances so that they'd land on the floor together, with Marguerite getting the impact of the floor. "I suppose it's too late for the privacy of a tent. The boys will just have to endure this....entertainment...while jealously waiting for.....their turn," Salin whispered into Marguerite's ear.
With the wind knocked out of her by the impact of the floor and Salin's body on top, Marguerite had no strength and could only lay still praying. *** Someone help me! Please help me!
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As if hearing Marguerite's silent plea for help, Roxton stirred from his spot on the ground, a good 6 feet away from the crime being committed. Finding the ropes binding his arm, loosened, Roxton quickly started trying to work the ropes off him.
Grunting from the pain that was inflicted upon him when Salin brought down the rifle on his head, Roxton was relieved yet alarmed to realize the men didn't hear him...becuase they were too busy cheering and encouraging their leader from the spots they were rooted to.
Watching Marguerite lay so still with a person other than himself touching her, Roxton felt as if his heart were breaking into two. *** Marguerite, this is all my fault. I've failed you. Instead of protecting you, I've brought you into greater danger.... I swear on my brother's grave, that I'll get us out of this...
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Silent tears flowing from her eyes, Marguerite could do nothing but endure the torture.
"Come on boss, you're going too slow!! We want a turn with her too!!!"
"Yea" they cheered in unison.
"At least take some of it off of 'er!!!!"
A greater "Yea" was produced.
As if needing any more prompting, Salin latched onto Marguerite's shirt and ripped it off with a great tear sounding effect.
The men watching from their distances were cheering and whooping with joy, appreciating Marguerite's fine curves.
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Even with her undergarments acting as the only barrier for her, without her shirt, Marguerite felt more naked and vulnerable.
"P-please stop," she chokingly said.
Salin lifted his head from where he had been devouring Marguerite's neck and upper chest. "What did you say? I don't believe I heard you," he replied with a smirk.
"P-pl-please stop it. Please stop," Marguerite begged with more tears flowing.
"I'm sorry dear, but I'm too far now to stop. If you'd like to participate a little bit more, I'll make it even more pleasurable for you...for us." With this said, Salin resumed kissing every inch of exposed skin on Marguerite. His hands roaming up and down her undergarments, finally settling on the top of her chest, where he began to explore above the barrier cloth.
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Though it seemed as if it took an eternity for Roxton to free himself of his bonds, he quickly scanned around him for some sort of weapon to use. Still on the ground to unattract any of the slave traders from seeing him loose, Roxton slowly moved to place himself behind one of the unsuspecting slave traders that had stood furthest from the group of cheering men. In a quick fashion, Roxton silenced him and dragged him deeper into the woods.
Roxton took both pistols of the man, and silently headed back towards the group.
*** I'm coming Marguerite! Just hang on....please hang on for me.
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Giving up her begs to the deaf Salin, Marguerite surrendered. Turning her face to the side, to close off her view of Salin and his men, Marguerite could feel her soul and spirit and body surrender with her. ***There's no hope. No one can save me now.
Having given enough attention to Marguerite's chest, Salin's hand roamed down Marguerite's skirts. Upon encountering the edge of her skirts, Salin trailed his fingers along her ankles, slowly to her knees.
Marguerite could fill his sweaty calloused fingers climbing up her knees and resting on her thighs, stroking her skin.
As Salin decided to go higher and further.................
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Well that's chapter 4! Hope you liked it.
Will Roxton be too late which results in Salin claiming Marguerite as his, or will Roxton save the day once again?