But now, seeing the mad faces of her abductors, seeing as well as smelling the cock thrust at her mouth, seeing down her own body's nakedness were all...things she would be glad to be protected from. She could barely bring herself to look at their faces; she wished she had the blindfold to hide behind."Do it!" he commanded. Jill didn't move. Bertie told Billy,"Bitches are stupid, Billy. Sometimes they need teaching what to do. But remember this; never tell them twice!" He slapped the woman hard. The archers took the far side of camp and were waiting for them to run into them, armed with both short swords. The soldiers split half to each side and would gate swing toward the archers forcing the enemy to the waiting archers. The mounted knights pressed forward starting across from the waiting archers.At lunchtime, the men at arms were lining up to be fed. Using the same tactics, they quickly had them surrounded. They were offered the chance to surrender or die. With no leadership once the. A second or two of the blissful suspension, that moment when the shaft of the penis visibly thickens and the tender dome swells to accomodate the onrushing sperm, ready to spew it out. Testicles tightened, twitched and spasmed..the shaft, so expertly manipulated by Dark, propelled the white goo in a long curve over the dark floor of the yard..”Oh, my..!” the distant voice of mine declared..one, two, three..long, hard spurts..shuddering breaths..jerking hips..four, five..”Oh God!”..knees giving. ”The reporter looked at the Chief’s headdress. “But you have so many feathers!”The Chief proudly slapped his chest. “Me Chief. Sleep with all women. Big, small, fat, tall.”Horrified, the female reporter said; “You ought to be hung!”The Chief said, “Damn right. Me hung big like buffalo, long like snake”The offended reporter said, “You don’t have to be hostile!”The Chief replied, “Hoss-style, dog-style, wolf-style, any style!”The reporter cried, “Oh, dear!”“No deer,” said the Chief. “Ass too.