The sky was beautiful over the open plains at night with the stars poking bright holes in the blanket of darkness. There was no moon this night but the caravan had many roaring fires to fight back the darkness. It would look strange if she kept avoiding the company of others so she wandered closer to the camp fire where the aromas of stews filled the air and a couple people played a lively tune for all to hear. Things would likely become more cautious as they got closer to the dangers from the south but for now, their were few restrictions on activities.
Powerful arms wrapped around her body and grabbed hold of her large breasts and started to maul them. Seras tried to pull away from the man but he wasn’t releasing his grip on her. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he leaned in, she responded with a stomp on the man’s foot which resulted in a grunt of pain and a loosening of the grip. She slid out of the grasp and spun around to face the attacker. The thought of drawing a blade and gutting the man but it might draw too much attention to her leaving a bloody corpse at her feet.
“Weren’t we having fun darling?” a burly man grinned at her.
“If you try something like that again, you will be having some fun with the buzzards in the desert,” Seras threatened but the man just laughed at her. This was the sort of man who enjoyed dominating other and if he wasn’t careful in his future dealings with her he would learn beauties could also be beasts.
“I know you want to have some some fun.”
She eyed the man and looked at the campfires trying to decide if she should scream for help or deal with this herself.
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