A sound reached his ears, one that most people rarely heard outside of movies and TV. It was the sound of horse hooves. He looked over his shoulder, s...eing two adult men on horseback approaching him from down the road. Behind them, an old man driving a horse-drawn wagon and leading… slaves. Wearing rags for clothes, more than a dozen men and women of varying ages were being led by chains. This strange caravan came to a halt in front of him. The men on horseback and the one driving the wagon. My feet hadn't touched the ground since. They had only touched me once, giving me great pain and pleasure by only touching my breasts. I had seen their cocks, and they were twice the size of the largest cock on Earth, and if they were to fuck me, I knew I couldn't take it. That's why in the past week, they'd been pushing metal bars into my cunt, anus and throat, stretching them out to accommodate their cocks. It hurt like fuck. I loved it. I always loved rough fucking, and I wasn't going to. “FUUUCK!” she screamed.It was too much for her. And she was too loud for her own good. We paused for a second, honing our ears to the surroundings, and we could hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Damn this. I pulled out and held my breath. Abby did the same as a ramble of muttering could be heard from beyond the door.“Fucking Kershaw cleaning us out again. There goes the fucking World Series…”It was Brian making his way to the bathroom upstairs, furious at what looked like a pretty bad game. He sent me riding here soon as we spotted 'em, but I hung around in the trees to see what would happen. There was some arm waving and a bit of cussing, I reckon, but then they trotted on past the tavern, and I set out at the gallop." How many?" Billy asked."Ten or twelve with an officer that had a gold shoulder braid," Jim answered."All right. Thanks, Griffith. Stay here a minute with Caleb." Beckwith went back in the tavern and pretty soon a score of the men who'd ridden into Georgetown with.