Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... him like an invisible fog.

The soldier took another long pull from his bottle before he even noticed that Deeny was there on the small pallet of fresh hay in one corner of the tack room. She had pulled her skirts over her knees and legs that were tucked under her, and the scarf across her face hiding her features. The man staggered back a step before steadying himself and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. As his hand dropped to his side it revealed a very malicious looking smile on his face. Deeny tensed sensing something very bad from this drunken partier.

“Well… what have we here?” The man asked to no one as he leered at the gypsy girl huddled in the hay.

Deeny was practically paralyzed with fear. She’d seen that look in the eyes of a few boys she knew. She’d seen it in the eyes of the boy she was with this evening, but she wasn’t afraid of him. This, older man, held no kindness in his eyes, no happiness, no promise of any kind of fun at all. Rather, his leer only promised pain and… she shuddered at the thought.

She knew she had to get out of that room, as fast as she could. When the older man half stumbled to his left against a work bench as he tried to cross the room to where she lay huddled in fear, she saw an opportunity. As fast as she could, she rose and bolted towards the door of the tack room. She didn’t make it. With a scream on her lips, Deeny found herself being wrapped in his arms, one hand covering her mouth.

Kicking and wriggling as ...

... best she could with her arms pinned to her sides, Deeny felt herself being dragged back to the corner and the pallet of hay that she had just jumped up from. The old drunk soldier’s sour sweat and the reek of cigarette smoke and alcohol made her eyes water. She did manage to connect the heel of her right foot, now minus her shoe, with the man’s right shin.

“You little bitch! Damn it! Don’t piss me off. I’m not as nice as some bastards like that Duke! If you’re nice… I won’t hurt you… much.” He growled into Deeny’s ear before throwing her down onto the hay.

Deeny froze at the mention of her father’s name. He was the only “Duke” around here. How did this man know him? Had her father crossed this man somehow? Maybe he’d fooled around with someone this man cared about. But surely, he didn’t know that Duke was her father… did he?

The drunken man fumbled with his belt and unbuttoned the uniform trousers letting them fall to his knees. His white boxer shorts were dingy in the low light and appeared to be stained, and there was a wet spot in front. While keeping one eye on Deeny, he raised the bottle to his lips again to take another pull, and he hooked the thumb of his other hand in the waistband of his shorts and began to push them down.

Deeny was not a virgin, far from it, but she’d never been with an older man before, and certainly not forced to be with anyone. This scared her, this was not right, this was not going to happen. It all seemed so surreal, with the sounds ...