Laura remembered falling asleep after Juan had left her bed. That was the last night in a bed she could call hers.She woke up not being able to see or...move, she felt a blindfold over her eyes and ropes bit into her ankles and wrists. Her legs and arms were bound together like she was a calf in a rodeo. Like anyone would do screamed her head off. After screaming herself hoarse and not hearing any reply she started crying. She didn’t know how long she was alone, but it seemed an eternity and she. And when he finished, abusing her once virgin body, another fell atop of her and ravaged her. None were looking at me, as all were too occupied with Tilda’s body. And they called me a witch and the scum of the Earth. I stood as best I could. Not feeling any pain for the rage I felt. No one looked away long enough to see me stand. Too preoccupied with raping a corpse were they. I wanted to scream, but that would get me no where. The men were shouting up a storm, cheering their lecherous friend. I kept sucking and sucking cause i didn't want to waste a drop, filling my mouth with the cum of this huge monster. i thought we were done,tho my cock was on fire and had another load built up and ready to erupt. he asked if i would like him to take care of it for me. i replied very much so. he sat me down at the edge of the tub,and he started towards my cock. i had expected him to stroke me to finish me off for the 2nd time in a few hours,but he did it with his mouth. wrapping his lips around. All around me men sat by the campfire.Weeks of forced march had made their minds weak and their spirits corrupt. They sat and drank their ration of beer, and spoke of carnal pleasures outside of wedlock, and boasted of how many men they'd slain. And they claimed to be soldiers of God ... pathetic.Most had already discarded or lost the cross given to them by their legates. Mine lay safely in a pine box I made with my own hands.But I was different. I believed in our cause. The rest were mere sell.