Hard to Take

In the morning I woke up in a state of complete and profound awkwardness, an awkwardness of state that he simply wouldn’t let me escape from. His arm barred any chance of movement away from him and feeling both ashamed and completely overcome I lay as I had woken up, which was to say I was lying on top of him.

In my struggle to move off of him, he had gripped a hold of my hair and in a no-nonsense manner had pressed my face into the curly hairs on his broad chest. Now with my cessation of movement he let go only to bring my head up so that he could kiss me even as the rod of his desire lay pressed fully engorged up against my one thigh as I lay sprawled over top of him.

How had I ever got into this position? Why had it seemed so comfortable until the moment of realization of where I was had dawned fully upon my senses.

Feeling overcome an entirely tired of his domineering ways I did a very rash thing. I bit his lip.

Thank God it wasn’t his tongue, or who knows what he’d have done to me. He roared and shifted upright and in the process I fell off him onto my face.

Quivering, I lay there as I contemplated the reality of what a fool I was. He breathed hard for several moments and in that time I tried to make myself a smaller target, but there wasn’t anything I could really do to disappear.

At any moment I expected to feel the slap of his hand onto the part of me that men seem to fantasize most about, but to my surprise no blow came to my bottom even as I heard him get up off the floor instead. I peeked up at him as he went to stand at the mouth of the cave for a long moment and then move off outside somewhere.

I sat up on the blanket and pulling my knees up to my face I began to cry. As overwhelming as everything was the feeling of being an actual woman now and no longer an untried virgin rang strongly throughout me.

His seed was in me. I could even smell it like a heady aroma that said that I was married. I was married.

I knew how the Bible defined marriage. In that day and age, there hadn’t been a woman’s lib running around like in today’s modern society with its feminist notions of what marriage was and wasn’t.

No, the Bible painted a pretty stark picture of what marriage was and wasn’t. As much as I was against this arrangement being the new way forward in life for me the reality was that I hadn’t cried out against it.

Instead, I had actually verbally accepted it. Twice.

I cried harder. I had bitten him really really hard.

I’d tasted his blood almost instantly. There was no way to express how ashamed of myself that I was while on the other hand, some part of me thought he entirely deserved what he’d gotten.

I felt very much alone and out of place in this strange land at the bottom of the world. It was very clear that my life, whatever it was going to be from now on was going to be spent in this place as there was no one coming to rescue me even as no one really knew where I was.

No one that cared anyway. In all reality, even if this whole expedition had been a great success and I hadn’t been parted away with as I had been by my own team the powers that be would’ve probably killed me just to make sure that I never talked about this whole mission later on in life.

Right now, this strange thing that was going on between me and a wild man that had come out of nowhere to rescue me from something far worse than anything he’d done to me was all I had. I had to make it right.

Forcing myself to gain control of my nerves, I stood up only to make the startled discovery that he had just returned to the cave or maybe he’d been standing there for a while. I really didn’t know.

My face flushed even more as I fought the instinctive urge to cover my breasts up. My shifting about hands encountered the rope still tied off to my neck and picking it up I found something with which I could do.

This man was entirely elemental. He needed to be dominant and I was his female and thus what he needed most was my submission and keeping my eyes down I gave it to him.

Coiling the rope up I slowly walked over to him. I didn’t know what he would do and the reality that he might hit me had me clenching up in expectation of pain.

My downcast eyes saw several drops of blood near his one foot and at the sight of his blood I felt myself shake. This man, he could do literally anything to me.

Absolutely anything and yet strangely he’d walked away and done nothing. Not daring to look at him I held the coiled up rope out to him.

He didn’t take it from me though. Instead I saw him reach down and pull out a sharp looking dagger.

“Oh God!” I moaned out and crammed my eyes shut in expectation of the end.

Would he ram it into my belly or just slit my throat? His hand came to my throat and shaking against his grasp I prepared for the touch of the blade that would end my life.

The blade came to my throat and I felt the slice of it, only it hadn’t severed my neck but the rope instead. My eyes opened in shock to see the knife being put away.

I reached a hand up to my throat. Why had he done that?

Sudden alarm shot through me, was he going to abandon me? My eyes went to his and immediately I saw that that wasn’t the case.

The look I saw was the same molten desire that had claimed me last night as hard as any virgin could be broken in. I’d given him an act of submission and he had rewarded me by giving me a bit of freedom.

What next?

It was morning.

My eyes drifted down slowly as I remembered his words from the previous evening. Slowly then my knees bent and as they did his hands were already undoing the clasps of his rawhide leather pants as if he had willed me to this moment.

The thickening mass of a complete stud of a man was coming to life before my eyes and I stared at the transformation before me in profound awe. The evidence of this man’s power lay clearly defined before me in a manner that I found in its own way to be beautiful.

His fingers tilted my chin back and my eyes rose to meet his as he warningly said, “Tasy….don’t you dare bite me.”

I nodded my head affirmatively and with complete trust of me on his part I felt him move forward to place the wet tip of his shaft against my lips and then it was gliding through them as he held a hand to the back of my head. The taste of him was wild and yet powerfully sensual and I struggled not to be overwhelmed by it.

I gagged slightly as the relentless push of his hips drove his cock into the back of my throat. He withdrew halfway, but then he was back against my throat again.

My lips were tight about his shaft as he used my mouth for his pleasure in a surprisingly restrained manner. The man as wild and yet he seemed to have a level of control about him at times.

The inward press of his thick shaft became easier to handle and he seemed to notice it immediately. Without warning, he slammed forward suddenly and I found my throat entirely filled with him in a way that made me not able to breathe.

In a panic, I held still as my life literally depended on him. He withdrew by pulling my head back and I sucked in air madly, only to have to hold my breath again as now holding my head with both hands he shoved himself back down my throat deeply.

He groaned then, only to withdraw and I took the moment to breathe and then he was pushing down my throat again. He pulled his shaft part way out and gutturally commanded me to suck.

I did and when I did, he exploded. The taste of his seed was hard to take and yet somehow there was something oddly addictive about it as well.

The best way I could put it was, it was him. A part of him was going down my throat to be consumed by my body, and strangely, it was me that felt consumed by his seed.

He groaned out savagely and choked me completely by slamming his spasming cock once more down my throat that was already hard at work trying to swallow the copious amounts of seed he was spewing into me.

I almost threw up, but I didn’t. I almost also bit him reflexively, but at the last second I commanded my mouth to stay open and by some miracle it did.

Breathing hard, he pulled his shaft entirely from my lips and gasping for air I coughed several times. I didn’t know what to do in the moment.

My mouth felt used. I felt used.

Tears were threatening to fall when I felt him step past me and then something hit me lightly. I opened my eyes and glancing down, I saw that it had been my clothes.

Feeling as if they were a part of someone else my hands moved to my shirt which I slid on and quickly buttoned. I was crying now.

I got my panties on and then my pants and boots. Wiping at my face I was in time to see him leaving the cave.

My feet moved as if they had a will of their own and I followed behind him. Apparently I’d already received the only breakfast that I could expect today.

My stomach rumbled, but I ignored it as wiping at my tears I hurried along to keep up with a crazy man that was my only lifeline of survival out here even as he was my chief abuser. As bad as he was though there were worse things than him running around. Much worse.

Struggling I managed to thank God for the fact that things weren’t anymore worse than they already were and yet for the hours that came afterwards I begged it seemed almost endlessly for help and deliverance from this situation.

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We walked for a very long time and my legs felt on the verge of falling off. The man never stopped to rest!

Just then I heard a twig snap loudly in the afternoon sunlight. Jerking to full alertness as my heart pounded within my chest I glanced to the caveman leading me forward into this great unknown only to see him smiling.

His arms opened and a strong looking little boy of about five years old launched forward out of the brush and into his arms. It was impossible to mistake the resemblance that the boy had to the man that held him.

The boy was his and then a girl of a few years older came busting forward to join the huddle of what very much was a welcoming committee of a father coming home. A father who was obviously loved, even adored by his children.

Pulling back from their father’s embrace the boy and the girl gave me a knowing look that I didn’t know what to make of before they turned to walk forward with their father a hand in each of his. Numbly I followed a little behind feeling left out of place somehow.

We went through a maze of boulders and rocky escarpments and then with a gasp, I saw yet another body of open water in the distance. It wasn’t an ocean, but appeared to be a large freshwater lake.

We were still about a mile off from it and we were pretty high up from it as well. Stumbling I followed along completely awestruck by the raw, untamed beauty of this place that was so unexpected given the propaganda that I had always been told of this place always being a frozen wasteland populated only by penguins.

I smelled smoke and seconds later we entered into a compound. A very securely built stone walled compound.

I heard a baby crying, but my eyes were on the only two other individuals that seemed to be present. Neither of them were men and in shock, I watched as two very attractive women rushed forward from their tasks that they had been working on to embrace the man who had savagely claimed me as his woman yesterday.

As I watched first the older of the two women and then the younger embraced and passionately kissed the man who had pulled me out of the fire only to throw me into this ungodly hell of realization that I wasn’t this man’s only wife. He already had a harem, with children to boot.

I felt sick suddenly to the pit of my stomach as everything within me rebelled at this new complication that was so foreign to any standard of living that I had been raised with. Something was terribly wrong.

This was so wrong! Why it had to be, wasn’t it?

I saw the two women glancing my way and I tried but lost the fight against the deep bitterness that was eating me up from the inside. The older of the two women came toward me suddenly.

She was beautiful and with a look of concern, her hand reached out to feel at the tears that I hadn’t even realized that I was shedding. My emotional overexposure in the situation was just too much and I shoved her away from me unkindly, which was not at all in character for me to do.

The next thing I knew I was flat on my back. All the air was gone from my lungs and in alarm I fought to regain breath as I blinked and looked about in wonder at what had happened.

Gazing upward, I beheld the patriarch of this family standing feet planted apart with a look that could kill as he glared down at me. In many ways I felt that he would have killed me if it hadn’t been for the older of his two wives that stepped in front of him and pressed her hands to his chest.

In that moment it was made very clear to me that if I ever did anything to harm the woman before me I was worse off than dead. In a way I felt both ashamed and petrified.

Shamed because for the first time I saw how advanced in pregnancy the woman was. Petrified because I had no clue what was happening within me that would cause me to act differently than I ever had before in my life.

I turned away and crawled over to the edge of a wall and curled in against it as I tried to shut the world out. A little time passed and a slim brown hand set both a pitcher of water and a bowl of what looked like stew before me on the ground.

Glancing upward, I saw that it was the younger of the two wives. She was maybe a year or two younger than me.

She had Asian type features, but was obviously mixed with something else. Though of a petite size she looked quite strong.

I sensed that she was a passionate woman and for her the current moment was one of extreme reserve as she regarded me. She shook out a blanket and covered me in a no-nonsense manner.

Squatting before me gracefully she looked back over her shoulder for a moment before glancing at an opening in the wall near me and then her brown eyes landed on mine and with stated emphasis she raised one finger and said, “Don’t you ever do anything like that again! Taino, he…. just don’t do that ever again…… for your sake…… everybody's sake.”

Her English wasn’t that good, but still it came as a surprise to me that they knew English at all. I nodded.

She left then after another long look at me. I stared at the compacted dirt of the compound for a long moment.

So the man who had taken my virginity was named Taino. I hated him!

I hated him like I never had hated another individual in my life and to my spirit’s shame I sought no forgiveness for my emotions and gladly murdered the man over and over again in my thoughts.

In that moment it seemed that I had completely lost my faith and why not because it seemed to me that God had completely abandoned me first. Without a tear of remorse shed I silently ate the food before me and drank the water as I plotted utter rebellion against all the order I had ever known in my life.

I had always been a good girl and played by the rules, but no more. Feeling very tired I closed my eyes and was asleep within moments as I gave in to the feeling of being extremely hollow inside.

Even as I felt there was nothing any longer exceptional about myself, it seemed that sleep was suited for the situation.