Alcastado

I ran away.

I wish I never saw that. Samael took that woman. She was on her hands and knees facing the opening of the tent. Samael took her from behind, when he saw me he did not look away nor did he stop. He thrust himself in and out of her as though he were possessed. He kept his eyes on me while he moved inside of her. His expression revealed nothing of what he felt or of what he was thinking. The woman he was with smirked when she saw me, she was panting and looked like a woman that was being fucked by a beast and being brought to ecstasy over and over again.

Her moans are still echoing inside my head .

Why won’t they stop? Why won’t those moans of pleasure and pain stop ringing inside my head?

I ran right out of the campgrounds and into the woods. I didn’t think about anything, other than the fact that the sight of Samael with another woman made me feel an ache in my chest. It made me feel sick and disgusted with myself.

I knew the rumours. He seduces women and discards them, he does not care about anyone. He does not love anyone. There is no reason for me to think that it would be any different with me. He showed me kindness and the blame lies with me for thinking there was more to it than just that.

He only listened to what I had to say.

He took me in and put me under his protection.

He saved me.

He made me his woman.

He claimed I belonged to him in front of everyone.

He had never touched me.

What am I thinking? I knew what type of man he was long before I met him.

I needed time to regain myself before I went back. .

I can still see the light from the campsite, so I know I have not gone too far.

I just need a moment to myself. I just need a moment to cry and to forget about what I saw. No, I shouldn’t forget. I need to remember that this is my life now. I am just his possession; I have no claim over him. I should not have reached out to the sun knowing I was only allowed to feel its warmth, but it was never mine nor was I able to ever touch it.

I looked up at the sky, past the branches of the trees and remembered the time that my father told me that the stars cannot be counted. We do not know what stars are exactly. It is just that some stars shine brighter than others. New stars appear over time and old stars disappear as though they never existed.

It really is stupid for me to be thinking about that conversation now, especially when I feel the way that I do. Staring at the stars calmed me, they are also something that I could never reach, but they are always there, even when they are not.

As my mind was slowly calming down a hand covered my mouth and I felt a knife being pressed against my neck.

“Stay silent. If you try to scream we will kill you." A man said, his unfamiliar voice was filled with mallice. He did not sound as though he was old, in fact he sounded as though he may be the same age as me.

“Brother, can we take her?” A second voice said. I couldn’t make out their appearances, but I could see the outline of their bodies.

“Tie her hands together, tonight we get to have fun.” The first man said and then laughed. He licked the side of my face.

“You are sweet. I wonder if the rest of you is just as sweet.” He used the knife to cut the front of my dress. The cool air of the night caressed my skin and made me shiver.

This is not what I want.

“Please stop.” My voice did not waiver. I refuse to show these men just how scared I was.

“Shut up, we will do what we want. Berchi, spread her legs and lick between her legs. I want her to be prepared for me."

Berchi forced my legs open and removed my undergarments. He dove his tongue into my groin and licked it. I tried to fight against them as they restrained me with their weight and held me down, but I could not. They were stronger than me.

“Milo, I think it won’t be long before she is ready for us.” Berchi said and started licking and sucking on my clit while he dove his fingers in and out of me.

Milo was playing with my breast while he was kissing my neck.

I wanted to resist the pleasure that I was beginning to feel. An image of Samael came to mind. His muscular body, his dark and dangerous eyes, the way his hair brushes over his shoulders as he moves and the smile he showed me when he saved me. An image I wished was real now.

This must be my punishment for running away, for wanting to be more than just a possession to him. I should not have wished for more than what my standing allowed.

The pleasure I felt from having my groin licked, my breasts fondled and my neck kissed at the same time was enough to bring me to climax. I have read about having a climax before, but I have never experienced it firsthand.

“Milo, I think she is ready for you.” Berchi stopped licking me. I already missed the warmth of his tongue. No, that isn’t right. He did not let me finish.

“That’s good, but I am not ready just yet.” Milo stood up and undid his pants. The smell that came from him was not pleasant, I wanted to cover my nose and mouth but I couldn’t. “Open your mouth.”

He did not give me a choice, he shoved his shaft inside my mouth and commanded me to use my tongue, all the while pressing the knife against my neck.

I felt as his member began to swell in my mouth, it felt like I was going to choke on it. He moved his hand to my head and grabbed a fistful of hair, forcing me to move my head faster up and down his shaft.

“Now I am ready for that sweet cunt of yours. You are a woman of that tribe, I am sure Berchi didn’t need to prepare you for me. Berchi gets off on shit like that.” Milo said.

He pushed me down on my hands and knees and got behind me.

So this is what my first time will be like. It was just moments ago that I saw Samael taking a woman just like this. This truly is a punishment I never thought I would get , but I probably deserve it for betraying my own tribe.

He penetrated me in one hard deep thrust and stopped before continuing as I cried out in pain.

“I can’t believe it, you are a virgin. This is unbelievable, just my luck. I have never been with a virgin before.”

He grabbed my breasts and his thrusts were slow, yet deep. He lifted my body, so that my back was against his chest and he kissed my neck.

The change in his pace became obvious to his friend as well.

“Milo, why are you being so gentle with her?”

“She is no common whore, I want to savour this.”

I knew that no one was coming to save me and they probably thought the same thing. I ran away, so there is no point in hoping for help to arrive.

I couldn’t help but cry as the man named Milo brought me to climax, after that it was Berchi’s turn.

They took turns with my body.

They soiled me and used me till they had enough and once they were done they rested for a bit.

I had been defiled and they left me covered by their sperm and the soil from the ground. Berchie had fallen asleep and Milo was busy getting dressed. His dagger was right next to Berchi.

Milo went to a bush a little bit away from us to relieve himself and with whatever strength I could bring forth I crawled till I was next to the dusty haired youth named Berchie. I picked up the dagger and placed a hand over Berchie’s mouth just before I sliced his neck wide open. Blood splattered all over my face and chest, but I did not care nor did I care when his eyes flashed open and the look of horror and fear passed through his eyes before death claimed him.

Milo was still busy pulling up his pants after he relieved himself. I still didn’t have much strength, but I managed to get up and walk behind him. I used as much strength as I could to drive the dagger into the side of his neck and pulled it out again. He grabbed his neck and turned around to face me. Once he saw me covered in his brother’s blood he must have been torn between wanting to kill me and wanting to stop the blood from spurting out his neck. I pushed him down and half laid on top of him to keep him down. I held the dagger tightly in my hand and as hard and as quickly as I could I stabbed him multiple times, not caring where I stabbed him or if I may have accidentally injured myself. I just kept on going, even after he stopped withering below me.

They had defiled me and angered me. The pain I felt from seeing Samael with another woman completely vanished from my mind, for when I needed him to save me after so many hours had passed he did not come.

Why did no one come to help me?

I cried until I could no longer cry and just sat near the corpses, covered in blood and soil. My garments had been ripped so even though I wished to cover up I could not. My body was in pain and moving back to the campsite would not be a simple task.

I was so close to the campsite, why did no one come for me?

It was an hour after dawn when the men’s voices called out for me. When someone finally found me, he called out to the others and tried to cover me with his cloak.

When Samael’s right-hand man saw me and the scene before him he immediately knelt down in front of me and apologised.

I guess they only started looking for me when it was time to head out. Samael did not care about me.