longer be contained, which made him lick even faster. Seconds before a scream burst out of me, he stood and pushed his full length into me. His thickness slid in roughly and pain ran through me, becoming instantly dulled as he pulled out and thrust into me again. The pleasure muted the pain and my screams could no longer be held back.
Brennan dug his fingers into my hips and pulled me hard back to him. With every pull he pushed hard and another scream filled the tiny home. He slapped his body against mine quickly, and I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I pushed him out of me. He looked as I leaped onto him, sending both of us to the floor.
The months of isolation and pain had broken something in me. My proper upbringing had faded, and I was going to take what I wanted. He was like a great stallion and I mounted him like one. He threw his head back in pleasure as my hips shifted forward and back, rubbing him inside of me, and I ran my hands up and down his rock-hard body. I arched my back, riding him hard and fast like an animal. Sweat ran down me and a rush of pleasure filled my body before exploding over his hardness. He moaned and thrust deep into me before releasing himself inside me. He softened inside my body and I lay down on his chest, our breathing still fast and hard.
We said nothing for some time. I simply lay on him and he held me tight. In his arms, the world was no longer a scary place. My loss and my pain had gone, if only for a while, but as life has consistently shown me, it could not last.
“ Sortez pacifiquement !” someone yelled from outside. Rolling off of Brennan, I grabbed my dress and pulled it down over me. Brennan leaped up, grabbed his gun, and ran to the window to look out outside.
“Come peacefully!” the voice called out again, this time in English.
Brennan looked at me wide-eyed before he dropped his gun. Confused, I went to the window and looked out. A giant robotic beast stood with guns pointed in our direction. If that wasn’t enough, there were a dozen soldiers surrounding him, and I knew there would be the same or more at the back of the house. There was no escape from this, and it would be better to surrender and hope the French would just give us back to England. If England even existed anymore.
We opened the door, held up our arms, and met our captors. The French had received communication of our presence; since the house that hadn’t been used in months now finally belched smoke from its chimney, we were easy to find.
As our run of bad luck continued, an Italian squad was waiting in town. The French gave us up to the Italians, who brought us here.
• • •
Mary looked up at her interrogators, waiting for them to pass judgment on her, or send her off to be tortured. They did nothing of the sort. Instead, they glanced at each other and sat back in their chairs, apparently thinking over what she had told them.
“It wasn’t necessary to discuss your marital pleasures and indiscretions,” one of the soldiers said.
Mary no longer cared what they would do to her, and decided not to hold back letting them know. “You wanted the whole story,” she said. “And by the looks of it, you enjoyed it.”
The man shifted in his seat and lowered some papers in front of him.
“You talk of us like we are some sort of monster,” another of the men said. “I was amused at the thought we would kill every Englishman we come across.” He let out a small chuckle.
“You come into our country and destroyed everything in your path.” She narrowed her eyes, her tone scathing. “Why would I not believe you’re willing to kill every one of us?”
The man simply laughed again.
“It is because they didn’t come into our country first, we came into theirs,” a voice said from the doorway behind her.
Mary turned slowly at the sound of the voice. All the blood rushed from her face and the room spun, bringing her to the floor. When things righted themselves, Thomas was