2/12/02
Hi guys, all I can say, is that I'm really sorry for this extremely late update. If you look at the last date of my previous update, it was half a year ago, almost hard to believe. My excuses? Well, besides school, applications, tests, etc, I haven't had the time or the spirit. But now that my life has slowed down a bit, I promise to update as much as I can and as fast as I can. Thanks for all the reviews and e-mails, I know many of you guys have been waiting for this. Hope you like it. All types of reviews welcome.
Rated R
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.................
.....he looked up at Marguerite's turned face.
"I'm glad to know that you're enjoying this as well," he sarcastically, yet teasingly, said. "I haven't been with anyone for so long, I'll make sure I get the most out of this...," he threateningly left hanging.
Hands momentarily leaving her thighs, Salin slowly, torturously, lowered her skirt.
Ignoring the cheers and shouts of his friends and fellow slave traders, Salin raised himself above Marguerite to give a once over of her slim body. With only her undergarments on, for the shirt was long destroyed and the skirt was pooling at her ankles, Salin knew he was in for a real treat.
His hands slowly stroked her inner thighs, as his mouth devoured her ample breasts. Sucking, licking, and stroking, he could hear her soft whimperings of pain and horror.
Unbeknownst to Marguerite, these soft erotic sounds aroused Salin further. Hardly able to control himself from driving into her at that point, he slowly moved his mouth lower and lower, till he reached the point where his hands were leisurely and unhurriedly stroking.
Kissing her thighs, and gently biting her here and there, he didn't notice that the cheers and whistles had suddenly lessened.
Meanwhile....
Even with the two pistols that Roxton had taken from the silenced slave trader, he knew that it would not be enough to stop Salin and his group.
***I'm going to have to take them out one at a time. God Marguerite, please hold on for me...
As he approached another slave trader not paying attention to him, he stopped momentarily to glance at Marguerite. The pain on his face was so full of emotion, one could see the internal battles he was fighting against.
For a moment, Roxton almost went past the slave trader to go after Salin. ***I'm going to kill that bastard!! No! I can't! If I do, then we're all doomed...
One by one, Roxton grabbed a slave trader and drug him deep into the woods. Finally, when the last slave trader was left watching Salin and Marguerite on the floor, he suddenly noticed that he was alone.
"Where..." he started, but was silenced with a hit to his head by Roxton's pistol.
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With the last slave trader down, Roxton had no reason to bother with dragging him to the woods. Dropping his pistols, he ran towards Salin, who was in the midst of pulling down his trousers.
"Ahh!!! You damn bastard!!! I'm going to kill you!," he yelled as he physically lunged at Salin, knocking him off Marguerite."
Temporarily shocked by the appearance of Roxton and the disappearance of his men, Salin received some quick blows to his face, but quickly recovered.
Both men, without weapons, could only fight with their fists, legs, and bodies. Punching some right hooks into Salin's face over and over, Roxton could feel no joy at doing these meager harms to Salin, compared to what Salin had done to Marguerite. His hatred for Salin was so overwhelming, he just kept punching and wrestling.
When Roxton seemed to halter for a second, Salin found the perfect opportunity and landed a stunning blow to Roxton's gut.
Roxton, bending down, was then kneed in the face, and promptly fell on the ground. Using it to his advantage though, he swept his legs towards Salin's boots and had Salin down in a similar fashion.
Noticing that his pistols were right behind him, Roxton grabbed the nearest one and slammed it against Salin's forehead, leaving a gashing wound, and quieting Salin's every movements.
Roxton let the pistol drop and laid down panting, chest heaving up and down.
Remembering Marguerite, Roxton rolled onto all fours, and crawled and dragged himself towards her.
Seeing her prone on the ground, Roxton let out a horrified gust of breath.
"Marguerite!" he shouted as he scrambled towards her.
Gently touching her face, he turned her so that he could face her. Eyelids closed, Marguerite was in a dead faint of unconsciousness. When she had become unconscious he did not know, but was relieved that she was breathing.
"Don't worry Marguerite, I'm going to get us back home, away from here," he silently vowed.
One arm beneath her arms, the other beneath her knees, Roxton gently raised Marguerite off the floor and started stumbling back into the woods, not paying attention to the fact that he wasn't covering his tracks.
Hi guys, all I can say, is that I'm really sorry for this extremely late update. If you look at the last date of my previous update, it was half a year ago, almost hard to believe. My excuses? Well, besides school, applications, tests, etc, I haven't had the time or the spirit. But now that my life has slowed down a bit, I promise to update as much as I can and as fast as I can. Thanks for all the reviews and e-mails, I know many of you guys have been waiting for this. Hope you like it. All types of reviews welcome.
Rated R
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.................
.....he looked up at Marguerite's turned face.
"I'm glad to know that you're enjoying this as well," he sarcastically, yet teasingly, said. "I haven't been with anyone for so long, I'll make sure I get the most out of this...," he threateningly left hanging.
Hands momentarily leaving her thighs, Salin slowly, torturously, lowered her skirt.
Ignoring the cheers and shouts of his friends and fellow slave traders, Salin raised himself above Marguerite to give a once over of her slim body. With only her undergarments on, for the shirt was long destroyed and the skirt was pooling at her ankles, Salin knew he was in for a real treat.
His hands slowly stroked her inner thighs, as his mouth devoured her ample breasts. Sucking, licking, and stroking, he could hear her soft whimperings of pain and horror.
Unbeknownst to Marguerite, these soft erotic sounds aroused Salin further. Hardly able to control himself from driving into her at that point, he slowly moved his mouth lower and lower, till he reached the point where his hands were leisurely and unhurriedly stroking.
Kissing her thighs, and gently biting her here and there, he didn't notice that the cheers and whistles had suddenly lessened.
Meanwhile....
Even with the two pistols that Roxton had taken from the silenced slave trader, he knew that it would not be enough to stop Salin and his group.
***I'm going to have to take them out one at a time. God Marguerite, please hold on for me...
As he approached another slave trader not paying attention to him, he stopped momentarily to glance at Marguerite. The pain on his face was so full of emotion, one could see the internal battles he was fighting against.
For a moment, Roxton almost went past the slave trader to go after Salin. ***I'm going to kill that bastard!! No! I can't! If I do, then we're all doomed...
One by one, Roxton grabbed a slave trader and drug him deep into the woods. Finally, when the last slave trader was left watching Salin and Marguerite on the floor, he suddenly noticed that he was alone.
"Where..." he started, but was silenced with a hit to his head by Roxton's pistol.
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With the last slave trader down, Roxton had no reason to bother with dragging him to the woods. Dropping his pistols, he ran towards Salin, who was in the midst of pulling down his trousers.
"Ahh!!! You damn bastard!!! I'm going to kill you!," he yelled as he physically lunged at Salin, knocking him off Marguerite."
Temporarily shocked by the appearance of Roxton and the disappearance of his men, Salin received some quick blows to his face, but quickly recovered.
Both men, without weapons, could only fight with their fists, legs, and bodies. Punching some right hooks into Salin's face over and over, Roxton could feel no joy at doing these meager harms to Salin, compared to what Salin had done to Marguerite. His hatred for Salin was so overwhelming, he just kept punching and wrestling.
When Roxton seemed to halter for a second, Salin found the perfect opportunity and landed a stunning blow to Roxton's gut.
Roxton, bending down, was then kneed in the face, and promptly fell on the ground. Using it to his advantage though, he swept his legs towards Salin's boots and had Salin down in a similar fashion.
Noticing that his pistols were right behind him, Roxton grabbed the nearest one and slammed it against Salin's forehead, leaving a gashing wound, and quieting Salin's every movements.
Roxton let the pistol drop and laid down panting, chest heaving up and down.
Remembering Marguerite, Roxton rolled onto all fours, and crawled and dragged himself towards her.
Seeing her prone on the ground, Roxton let out a horrified gust of breath.
"Marguerite!" he shouted as he scrambled towards her.
Gently touching her face, he turned her so that he could face her. Eyelids closed, Marguerite was in a dead faint of unconsciousness. When she had become unconscious he did not know, but was relieved that she was breathing.
"Don't worry Marguerite, I'm going to get us back home, away from here," he silently vowed.
One arm beneath her arms, the other beneath her knees, Roxton gently raised Marguerite off the floor and started stumbling back into the woods, not paying attention to the fact that he wasn't covering his tracks.