Violent Intentions

Rowena knew she could expect no mercy. She thrashed beneath the heavy weight of the pudgy man, kicking her legs to throw him off. She opened her mouth to scream, but the man jammed a filthy, grease-stained cloth between her lips. The foul taste of dirt and stale sweat coated her tongue. She gagged, unable to make a sound louder than a muffled whimper.

"Grab the rope," the gaunt man with the dirty beard ordered. "I will hold her down."

The pudgy man shifted his weight, sliding off her chest. Before Rowena could draw a breath, the bearded man dropped onto her. He seized her wrists in a crushing grip, shoving her arms above her head. He dragged his bony hips down her legs, pinning her thighs to the unyielding dirt.

He leaned down, the stench of rotting food hitting her nose. He tried to kiss her, but she turned her head sharply. His jagged teeth scraped along her jawline. He settled for her neck, slobbering wet kisses from her ear to her shoulder. Then his mouth moved lower. He clamped his broken teeth onto her bare right breast, gnawing roughly at her nipple. The sharp pain radiated through her tender flesh.

Footsteps crunched on the dry leaves. The pudgy man returned with rough hemp rope. He looped it around her right wrist, pulled the knot tight, and lashed it to the base of a sturdy shrub. He repeated the process with her left wrist, binding her arms securely above her head.

"That should hold her," the bearded man rasped. "You grab her legs while I fuck her. Then I hold them while you fuck her."

"I spotted her first," the pudgy man argued. "I am thinking I want to fuck her mouth while you fuck her cunt."

The bearded man chuckled. "Fine. Tie her legs. Spread them wide so we have clear access to her cunt."

Rowena panted, her muscles trembling from the struggle. When she felt the pudgy man loop the rope around her right ankle, she kicked hard, her heel connecting with his shin. The man merely grunted and yanked her leg with brutal force. He stretched her right leg far to the side and tied the rope around a thick tree trunk. He grabbed her left ankle, lashing another length of rope around it, and secured it to a wooden peg driven deep into the soil.

She lay trapped on her back, arms stretched above her head, legs forced wide apart in a humiliating spread-eagle position. Her torn bodice left her breasts bare. Her heavy skirts bunched around her knees. The bearded man grabbed the thick fabric and hauled the dress up to her waist, sliding the bunched material beneath her bottom. Her vagina lay bare, fully exposed to their leering eyes.

The men stepped back to admire their prize. Twigs and dead leaves tangled in her auburn hair. Her fair skin stood out against the dark earth, leading down to smooth white thighs. The hair covering her sex formed a darker shade than the hair on her head.

The pudgy man unfastened his breeches, pulling out his thick, stubby, unwashed penis. It was barely five inches long even fully hard. The bearded man dropped his filthy breeches straight to his ankles. His erection looked disproportionately large compared to his bony, skeletal frame, jutting forward with a distinct curve to the left.

The pudgy man dropped to his knees beside Rowena's head, thrusting his stubby penis inches from her face.

"Rethink biting me when I shove this in your mouth," he sneered. "If I feel teeth, I will knock every last one from your skull. You can survive if you do not do anything stupid. No yelling. The Keep sits close, and we will not risk anyone interrupting our fun."

He grabbed the edge of the filthy rag wedged in her mouth. "No problems, are we?"

Rowena gave a slow, jerky nod. The man pulled the gag from her mouth. She gasped for air, tasting mold.

While the pudgy man warned her, the bearded man positioned himself between her spread thighs. He reached down and shoved a dirty finger directly into her vagina. Rowena flinched. He added a second finger, thrusting the long, bony digits deep into her wet sheath. She squeezed her eyes shut. Her sex remained damp from sweet dreams of her husband earlier that day, a cruel mockery of her current nightmare. The thought of being violated by this outlaw's filthy cock shattered her resolve. Tears spilled down her cheeks.

The pudgy man grabbed his stubby penis and rubbed the tip against her lips. The rancid smell of stale urine flooded her nostrils. She turned her head away in pure disgust, pressing her cheek into the leaves.

The man snarled, grabbing her left breast. He twisted her soft flesh with a brutal, punishing squeeze. Rowena gasped in sharp pain, her mouth opening on reflex.

"Open up," the man commanded, twisting her breast harder.

The pain forced her head back. The pudgy man shoved his cock past her lips, pushing deep into her mouth. The rancid taste hit her tongue. She gagged, her throat convulsing around his thick flesh.

"Lick it, lassie," he grunted, holding her head by the hair. "This will not take long."

Rowena closed her eyes, fighting the urge to vomit. She moved her tongue against the disgusting appendage, desperate to keep him from knocking her teeth out.

Down below, the bearded man pulled his fingers out of her vagina. She felt the heavy head of his meaty cock press against the entrance of her sex. The blunt pressure stretched her delicate folds. She braced herself for the tearing pain of his penetration. She waited for the brutal thrust.

It never came.

A sharp, sickening thwack split the air.

Rowena opened her eyes. The bearded man froze above her. Six inches of a wooden arrow shaft protruded straight out of his chest. His mouth fell open in a silent gasp. Blood bubbled past his rotting teeth.

Before Rowena could process the sight, a second wet thud echoed. The pudgy man stiffened. A feathered arrow fletching sprouted directly from the side of his skull. The stubby penis slipped from her mouth as his grip on her hair went slack.

Both men toppled sideways, hitting the dirt.

Rowena gasped, spitting the foul taste from her mouth. Through her tear-blurred vision, she saw two figures bursting through the tree line. Lorne and Alasdair sprinted across the clearing toward her, bows gripped tightly in their hands.

A massive wave of relief crashed through her. She sobbed loudly. The nightmare ended. Yet, as her husband closed the distance, burning mortification washed over her. He witnessed her like this—arms bound, legs tied wide apart, dress shoved up to her waist, bare sex fully exposed and positioned for rape by the dead men beside her.

Hours earlier, the sun sat high over the MacKinnon Keep.

Lorne strode through the stone corridors for the midday meal. Finding their chambers empty, a prickle of unease touched the back of his neck. He headed toward the kitchens.

"Have you seen Rowena?" Lorne asked the head housekeeper.

She wiped her hands and shook her head. "Nay, my lord. Not since the morning breaking."

The unease sharpened. Lorne marched out into the courtyard and spotted the Captain of the Guard.

"Did my wife ride out today?" Lorne demanded.

"Nay, Laird. No one saddled a horse for the lady, nor have I sent guards to escort her."

Lorne's jaw tightened. He crossed the yard toward the training rings where Stellan and Alasdair stood.

"Have either of you seen Rowena?" he interrupted, his voice hard.

Alasdair shook his head. "Not since breakfast."

Stellan’s expression darkened, recognizing the manic edge in Lorne's tone. She was nowhere to be found. Ewan Ravenscroft would jump at any opportunity to kidnap a MacKinnon, especially Lorne's new wife.

"I will send search parties," Stellan said, turning to bark orders. "We will check every cellar and tower."

Lorne could not stand idle. His wife vanished. The Keep's silence mocked his inability to protect her.

"I am not waiting," Lorne growled.

He sprinted to the stables, vaulted the gate, and grabbed the reins of his fastest destrier. He threw a bareback pad over the beast, strapping his broadsword and a full quiver of arrows to his back. He would storm the gates of hell to find her.

Alasdair ran in, saw Lorne's murderous expression, saddled his own horse, and swung up.

Together, they kicked their horses into a brutal gallop, tearing out of the main gates into the wild terrain beyond.