‘You will take as much as I choose to give you bitch. You are my slave. The more you moan, the longer this will go on – now shut it’ The spankin... seemed to go on forever. His hands were hard and seemed to zero in on her most painful spots. She could feel the heat as her ass got redder and redder. He was making sure he hit her arsehole, her wet cunt. It hurt but she was still wet, still so turned on. She had lost count of the time she had begged him to stop. It only seemed to excite him more.. One man had a knife cut on his thigh and another had a compound fracture of his upper left arm where he had blocked a club swing aimed at his head.We got back to camp without meeting any more enemies, so we were able to get everyone home. I was exhausted and flopped down inside our hut where Dove found me. Her first question was, "Are you injured?" At my answer of no, she asked, "How many did you kill?" This time I said "four" and pointed to the scalps still hanging from my waist.She was. Emily, was an average woman of build and looks, nothing glamorous or erotic, just the typical shy, girl next-door type. Her demeanor was that of a small kitten, trusting and care-free, yet when the occasion arose to become assertive and snap into a state of independence for the purpose of shielding herself, the turn of kitten to wildcat could be seen. As she prepared herself for the day, the smile of happiness and content shown from her face just as if the smile was a portrait of truth. Emily. She spread her legs and cheeks and gripped the legs of the desk tightly and on each thrust gave a small satisfied grunt and thrust back to meet each one. As my pace and intensity increased so did hers until I was slamming her so hard that the desk began to move backwards to the wall! Her grunts became moans and then shrieks as the desk rocked backwards off the floor and I grabbed a tit in each hand and squeezed the nipples in time with the fucking strokes. My breathing became noisy as I thrust.