Chapter Eight
Just Another Man
The party made camp in the woods, among the creepy briars, on the cold ground, amidst an ashen landscape. The two shivering women were lashed together back to back with a small tree trunk between them, forced to stand barefoot in the dirt as the heavy leather lashings were wound around their torsos, their waists, their hips and thighs.
“You cannot do this!” the angry Roslyn screamed at a thickly muscled man who fixed a knot right at her pubic mound.
He pressed the knot into her soft s*x.
“Ya feel it, deary? Huh? Yer gonna feel a whole lot more before I’m done!”
Roslyn fired back, spitting in his face.
The man pulled back in surprise. “Yer shouldna done that, girl,” he scowled, wiping his face with the back of his arm.
“You don’t scare me!” she spit ri
