Pulling cuffs from somewhere and restrainingmy wrists above my head.. He had effectively stopped any chance I had for escapingvery quickly. Soon I was...helpless....more helpless than I'd ever been in mylife.....on my side with my legs spread for his pleasure of view, and my wriststogether and over my head......still blindfolded. Not being able to see anythingwas making me even more scared. I had no idea what he was doing was he justlooking? I couldn't feel him near me, what was he going to do. Then here he came, through the high grass on a dead run, right at the cloud of gunsmoke. I had plenty of time to pick up the musket at my feet, check its pan, and shoot him down at ten yards. He somersaulted forward, spewing blood from his chest and back. I checked the bodies, found nothing worth taking except the girl's necklace, loaded all three muskets, and we started back."How many were there?" I asked the girl who stumbled along after me, still wearing her huge skirt and holding her torn. Finally, as all good things must come to an end, heannounced that he would be leaving for Florida to start abusiness with his brother or some thing like that. So thelast day of school would also be our last meeting. I feltvery bad, since I had gotten to love jacking that Blackcock, and then letting my boyfriend fuck me for relief. Ialways had a secret fear of Bill asking to put hismonster in my pussy. I’m quite sure that it would nothave fit then. Today I could accommodate him. But. "Drop it cunt." The words stung. It was bad enough to be standing in front of all these strangers with her dress open. The words were more humiliating when they were issued where her daughter could hear her debasement. Reluctantly, Jenny dropped her hands to her sides. The dress gapped a few inches. Her humiliation wasn't so much from what they could see as from her despair as to what this was leading to.Jenny looked pleadingly at Marcel, hoping for some sign of empathy as she arched her.