"The Incident"

Without a direct target in front of his eyes, Tavington just rode on it. He was on the road for a long time and he drove his horse forward. At a gallop they rode across meadows and fields. He was alone and also on the way he did not see a single person. It was quite astonishing. But perhaps also quite well so. Although in the present condition of the Colonel it was all the same who or how many would have met him. He would have lined up with all of them. His eyes and ears were therefore wide awake and he was always on guard to defend himself against a possible attack from ambush if it would have been necessary. But that didn't happen. Nothing happened at all and that annoyed him. He was already in a bad mood anyway and the fact that he didn't even meet a small group of militias only made him more restless. Energetically, he pushed his spur into Blizzard's belly and drove him forward. Not worrying about whether it hurt his horse, he chased them both on to peak performance. He liked that. To bring them together to the brink of complete exhaustion.

When he discovered a forest from afar, he slowed Blizzard down and went into trot. Slowly they rode towards it. Now Tavington finally noticed what performance he and his horse had been pushing themselves to. Blizzard's coat was shiny and he was sweating. He bent his head down and Tavington granted him this by letting the reins hang longer and looser. The sweat was also on his back and the white shirt he was wearing was just sticking to his body. It almost seemed as if he was sweating out of every single pore. When a drop of sweat ran along his temple, he quickly wiped it away and moved a little on his helmet. He tried to get some air on top of his shirt and opened his belt and the saber he was carrying on the left side. Carefully he stuck it to the side of the saddle. Then he opened his jacket and vest. A light breeze ran through his sweaty clothes. Tavington breathed in and out contentedly. In the meantime, they had reached the edge of the forest and he gave Blizzard the command to ride at a crotch. They rode for a few minutes and the forest around them became denser and denser. He elegantly steered Blizzard across the forest floor. Always an eye on it that his horse does not get caught with one of his hooves in a tree root. He looked attentively left and right between the trees. But there was nothing to worry him about. Only a lonely deer crossed their way as it hurried out a few meters in front of them between the bushes and then later hid in the undergrowth. Tavington loosened the reins and Blizzard could now move his head freely. He used every chance to pluck a piece of fresh grass or tear the green leaves from the trees that were right at his height. They progressed very slowly. But that didn't really bother Tavington. He tried to relax. When they stopped again and Blizzard began to grass down the forest floor, he took the chance and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath. This fresh forest air did him good. He enjoyed the air. So pure and yet musty. Slowly he let the air escape from his lungs. He felt the coolness surrounding him and yet it was pleasant. Outside the forest the sun was already pressing so hard that it was almost unbearable for him who was in this uniform. It was only April and the sun was already heating up everything. His ears listened to this silence here in the forest. Silence and only the distant knocking of a woodpecker with his beak could be heard. He literally pulled this purest form of silence into himself. How much he loved these moments and also nature. Here he could be who he was. He didn't have to pretend here or do things he didn't really want to do. Here he was human, here he was allowed to be!

But this deceptive idyll did not last long. A noise, a few metres away from him, made him listen attentively. Quickly he opened his eyes and steered his horse in the direction where he suspected there must be something there. They rode on and on through the bushes. They stopped at a large oak tree. Tavington steered Blizzard behind the tree so that they could hide, but he also had a clear view of what had happened in front of him. Nothing escaped his eyes. In front of him was a small clearing and there was a small covered wagon. Two Haflingers were clamped in front of it. Right beside it a small campfire blazed and over the fire hung a pot from which it smoked. Two persons sat there. Man and woman and it seemed as if they were talking to someone who was inside the covered wagon.

He could hear the voices and it was clearly an American accent. Tavington continued to watch and was now visibly struggling to keep his eyes open and his head up. He was about to turn and ride away when something caught his attention. His ice-blue eyes suddenly turned darker and he pulled his eyebrows together slightly. An arrogant grin formed on his face. Unnoticed by him, his pulse rose and his breath accelerated. The object of his desire descended from the wagon and spoke to the people sitting by the fire. He could not believe his eyes. A girl, young and dainty, stood with her back to him. Her build was no longer that of a child, nor that of a woman. He licked his lips and took the time to take a closer look at her. His eyes wandered over her body. She had long, blonde hair and went almost to her bottom. His gaze followed the path of her hair and he got stuck on her ass. Her crunchy backside had done him good and he felt a clear pull in his lumbar region. When he saw her bend down between her parents, he sighed. Now her pretty butt rose up visibly for him. The treacherous pull became stronger and stronger and he noticed clearly how his dick pressed against the fabric of his trousers. He registered every single movement of her and saw how gently her hips moved and her small breasts were covered by the fabric of her dress.

He realized at that moment that he wanted her. He wanted to take this girl, hard and without mercy. But one small thing separated him from his happiness. It was her parents who stood in the way. First they had to die and only then could he devote himself to this young beauty. He drew up a plan and waited until the girl had disappeared again in the wagon and then quietly descended from the horse. After tying Blizzard to the tree, he slowly sneaked through the bushes and approached the people from behind. He ducked off and pulled his knife out of his boot. He looked sharply at his two victims. Unsuspecting, they sat with their backs to him. Close together and a perfect target for him. One last time he looked over to the wagon and then struck at lightning speed. With a nimble hand movement he first grabbed the man and then the woman and anyway they knew what was going on, both lay with slit throats on the forest floor. Carelessly he climbed over them and hid next to the wagon. He waited for this young thing to show itself again and he was quickly rewarded for his patience. She had heard noises and became curious and wanted to check. But when she got out of the wagon and saw her dead parents, she petrified and held her hands in front of her face in horror. Tavington rose from his squat into the stand and enjoyed her pretty rear view. His blue eyes became darker and his excitement increased. He noticed it too clearly in his pants. Slowly he approached her from behind and grabbed her with his left arm around her belly and held her firmly in his grip. She had no chance to react. While he held the knife to her neck with his right hand. "If you scream, I will kill you!" He whispered into her ear and let his hand wander over her body. The girl, full of fear and rigid with shock, did not make a sound. Her eyes were full of tears. When she winked, they ran down her cheeks. His hand moved over the small breasts and she twitched. The greed to possess her increased more and more. The hand became more energetic and pulled on the dress she was wearing. The fabric gave way and exposed her breasts. Tavington was very taken with the sight and he pressed his body firmly against hers. His erection rubbed against her back. "You are such a pretty girl," he breathed into her ear and his fingers stroked the pink nipples. Filled with fear and grief, the girl was unable to move. She tried to turn her head slightly to look at her parents. But he noticed it and pressed the blade against her neck. "They won't be able to bother us anymore!" His lips touched her neck and he kissed him. She flinched again. The hand of him drove over her dress and remained at the height of her waist. "Do you know who I am?" His voice, deep and marked by his arousal made the girl tremble. "I am the Butcher." She made a small movement and that was already her mistake. Because he grabbed her by her long hair and dragged her to the Waggon. "It is quite simple. Do what I tell you and then nothing will happen to you!" It was the pure lie. He pushed her up the wagon and pushed her to the ground.

She landed rudely on the wooden planks and painfully distorted her face. He didn't care and now also climbed up to her. She was still trying to escape from his reach. But there was no escape. Between all the belongings that belonged to her and her parents, she was trapped. She also had no idea what was about to happen. He moved to her and pushed her to the ground with all his might. His hands held her arms so tight that she felt he would break them. In vain she tried to defend herself. But against this man she would have no chance. Brutally and hard he pressed his mouth on hers. She tried to turn her head away. But Tavington grabbed her hair and pulled her head in his direction. She was forced to look at him. Her eyes full of fear and tears ran down her cheeks. He was not impressed and it left him cold. His right hand wandered over her young body, over her breasts, further down. Hastily he pushed the dress up until her legs lay naked in front of him. He had to grin at the sight. "Let's see what we have here so beautiful." He tugged at her underwear. "No...please...No," she whimpered and looked him straight into his eyes. He bent over her and tore her underwear to pieces. "Beautiful," he breathed. "You didn't want to show me that?" She only looked at him silently and heard him open his trousers. Hectically her eyes wandered over his hand and when her eyes met his hard cock, she flinched and began to defend herself violently. She was terribly afraid. Her parents had always warned her against something like this. But this time there was no warning.

"If you continue to defend yourself like this, I promise you, I will hurt you so much..." He did not speak any further, but took the dick in his right hand and led it to her pussy. His head was lowered and he looked down at himself. He wanted to see how he took the young thing into his possession. "We both want it to be fun after all." With these words he pressed violently her legs apart and closed her mouth. Without saying anything else, he penetrated her. Fast and brutal. Her voice, screaming, was suffocated by his hand which he pressed firmly on her mouth. His movements were jerky and fast. Tavington enjoyed fucking this young thing. She was still a virgin and he noticed that. Her pussy was so tight around his cock. He now increased his pace and his moaning became different. It got longer and louder. All his weight now lay on her body and his hand just on her mouth buried itself in her hair while his other hand grabbed hard in her left thigh. But she didn't notice. She was quiet and endured what Tavington did to her. Her head was turned to the side and her eyes looked rigid and empty somewhere. Tavington's mouth kissed hard along her neck and his hot breath streaked across her skin. She wished for nothing more than an end to it. She wished he would kill her. Tavington had attacked her like a wild animal and now he was fucking her faster and harder. He grabbed her arms and put them over her head. With one hand he held her wrists and his other hand put her legs around his hips one after the other. "You are so damn tight," he moaned at her neck and increased his speed again. His breath was fast and short and he noticed how he was coming soon. "Pretty virgin and you belong to me. Only me." He pinched his eyes together and once again pushed his cock violently into her pussy. With a loud groan he came into her. His dick injected the seed and filled it. He felt the pulsing and enjoyed this tight, warm pussy around his best piece. But he wasn't ready to pull him out yet. Much too much he enjoyed it. She, that small, dainty thing and what had been a virgin until just now. Her body lay motionless under him and his lips distributed tender kisses on her neck.