He kissed my inner thighs and softly bit me randomly. He then focused on my clit, licking harder and nibbling more and more until the feelings were on...e again too intense. This time, he held my legs so I couldn’t move and he continued until I was nearly ready to come again…and then he stopped. No! Torture! I whimpered loudly as he quickly climbed up my body and slammed his rock hard cock into me. As his tongue slid over mine, allowing me to taste myself, his cock rammed me hard and fast. He. His was an unlucky shot; he managed to kill one of the women. The rest of the women ran behind a nearby hill.The man trotted out to examine his kill just as a dozen warriors rode at him from behind the hill. He was pierced through the belly by two lances before he could get his gun in position to fire. A brave had just finished scalping the still living man when Seth Lawson arrived on the scene.Seth grasped the situation immediately and tried to make peace. Unfortunately, the irate Indian. I hope they feed me at breakfast.I take off all my clothes and leaving them in a pile in the corner shower myself. Once dry ,I try on the chambermaids uniform discovering that I will need help to lace the corset in the morning and then try to sleep with my bottom burning, my clit throbbing and my tummy rumbling.Arising early and feeling very hungry I check myself for body or facial hair. Finding none I shower and prepare my make up. The pain in my bottom and clit has fortunately subsided so. I’m not damned. I’m not a minion. I’m not evil. I’m just scared. Just like you are.“Why? Why are you here in me?”I don’t know. Honest, I don’t.“Miranda, you’re talking in your sleep again,” the woman next to us spoke. “Wake up, dear. Now you can start over.”“Yes, Mother,” the girl said.So you’re Miranda. Nice to meet you, too. You don’t have to speak out loud. I can hear your thoughts.“You can’t!” she thought. At least it wasn’t out loud.I can. Please talk to me. Please tell me who you are and.