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have touched her.
"But she ought to be spanked
first."
Both Jeanne and Ram turned in
surprise, for there was Salvador, the eldest brother, hands on his
hips, grinning at them through the shifting swathes of sun and
leafy shadows.
"If she is bent over, she should be
spanked hard on that pretty bottom," he added.
Ram suffered a sharp spur of anger. He
had wanted to do this alone, but always one of his brothers
interfered. They all liked to share, of course, and he was
accustomed to it. But this woman had become his special mission.
Would he never get a moment alone with her?
* * * *
Jeanne was already wet from Ram's
lusty whispers, and had felt herself melting right where she sat,
but the suddenness of Salvador's appearance, not to mention his
suggestion, jerked her up off her stool as if he had indeed smacked
her arse with his large hand. Her mind had been so lost in the
picture Ram drew that she saw the spank too. And felt it
sting.
She would have run out of the dairy,
but Salvador blocked her path and held her by the arms. "Where do
you go in such haste? Don't let me spoil the tryst."
"How long have you been standing
there?" Ram asked, terse.
"Long enough. No need to stop. Keep
going, little brother. I'm impressed."
"The pot is off the boil now, thanks
to your interruption."
Salvador chuckled, his hands
tightening around her arms. "I think not. She's trembling and not
with fear. And look at her nipples! They're almost poking through
her gown, she's so heated."
"Let me go, you foul, disgusting pig,"
she spat. Embarrassed by the sensations Ramon had roused in her and
doubly humiliated at being caught in that state by one of his
brothers, she fought back as best she could, kicking at his
shins.
But he was impervious to her efforts
and held her easily. "Why, you naughty wench, come let us have a
look at those titties. Don't tease us!" He laughed. "Hold her, Ram,
while I have a sup at these plump teats."
"Don't scare her, Sal. She's young and
a virgin."
"I am not afraid," Jeanne shouted. "I
am angry! Let me go. You beasts think of naught but wickedness with
which to taunt an innocent maid."
"Beasts, eh? You should talk to us
with more respect." Salvador's face hardened, his jaw squared, and
his eyes became fierce. "We are your masters now, and you do as we
say."
"You have not earned my respect, and
you will never deserve it," she cried. "I see what you are and what
you do. You are no better than rutting beasts."
"You did not enjoy my brother's
efforts?"
"No," she snapped. A part of her was
sorry for the fib, not only because it was a sin to lie, but also
because it had insulted Ramon in front of his elder brother. Oh,
what did she care? What did it matter? These men had no feelings
and no pity. They were exactly what she called them. "Beasts!" she
yelled again. "Crude, filthy dogs."
Salvador released one of her arms, but
even as she thought she was about to be set free, Ram, standing
behind her, lifted her gown while his brother stuck that free hand
between her legs. She jerked back and came up hard against Ram, her
bare buttocks hitting his brawny thighs in their leather chausses.
Even as she wriggled and cursed, the eldest brother fondled her
pussy, lifting her up with his brutish hand so that her toes
struggled to touch the cold, flagged-stone floor. His palm was
wide, covering her sex. He laughed wickedly.
"For a woman who did not enjoy herself
she's pleasantly damp, Ramon. Dripping wet. Well done. Or was it
her prayers again that got her in this state?"
Jeanne twisted to look over her
shoulder at Ram, but his gaze quickly shifted away from her and he
laughed guiltily. He must have told his brothers what happened
yesterday in the barn. She was dismayed, humiliated.
Salvador now squeezed her
pussy and rubbed his large hand back and forth, forcing her against
his brother until she felt Ram's erection through his chausses,
pushing against her spine. "Is this how you say your prayers, girl?
Oh, yes.