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“But I feel you warming, ma’am.” His hand was in the wet fissure deep between her legs, gathering the betraying juices and swathing higher where his erection planned to go. She jerked as his fingers thrust inside the tight hole and her mouth opened in a silent scream. The strangeness of the night and this strange place did terrible things to her body and brain. This couldn’t be happening! And yet, it was.

“I don’t care what you say, little lady,” the big man purred in her ear, “you have a liking for whorish lovemaking. And since that’s so, I’ll make good use of what I have here.”

The more he swathed that back portal, the more it seemed to respond and open to the offensive touch. She was mindful the entire time of keeping her movements, her moans, any sign of pleasure to a minimum. She thought of home, her Daniel. She forced images of the farm to appear in her head. After a time, she felt the man close in with his body pressed against her backside and the nakedness of his groin against the nakedness of her bared flesh. And then his rigid cock pressed against the tight opening. She gasped again, afraid that a sharp and frightening pain would follow. Cain persisted despite her mewling cry of anguish, and with a little more force, his erection slipped through the

opening into the channel that he and his accomplices had used before. The back entrance was still sore from their previous encounter, but curiously welcoming of the fullness that caused every nerve in her body to brighten excitedly. She held in the telling whimpers, forcing her mind again and again to Daniel and away from the hateful enemy who plunged himself for pleasure inside her private spaces.

Cain was true to his word. He buggered her with several hard swift moves, while his hand wrapped her hair in a tight fist and his mouth kissed a trail of slobbery kisses down her neck. When he at last climaxed, his hips ground into her, knocking her torso hard against the tree trunk—she’d be surprised if the vigorous battering didn’t split her.

Hannah remained silent as a church mouse throughout the ordeal—her arousal determinedly subdued. But she wasn’t afraid. She had no illusions that this was actually paying off her brother’s debt. She didn’t even know what he owed the man. But now, because Jarrett had taken a fancy to her, she’d become a convenient place for him to vent his loathsome spite and contemptuous disregard for women. She’d be his whipping girl if she didn’t find a way to stop him. Tell Daniel, and her husband would kill the man. Could she afford to risk that?

After several final grunts, the man mauled her ass and breasts as if he owned her flesh.

The shame, the terrible shame! She inwardly rebuked herself, while even then, her body acted as engaged in the event as it might some similar intimacy with Daniel. Her shame redoubled with every sexually heated breath she took.

As Jarrett pulled from her body and left her clinging to the tree, she vowed that she must keep this terrible secret. With all the power she had, Hannah squelched her indecent physical response. She must keep this wickedness her secret.

“I’ll take you within a half mile of the farm,” Cain announced as he re-buttoned his trousers. “What you tell Daniel Crowe is up to you.”

So, cocky, so sure, so presumptuous. The spite raged through her, but she said nothing.

Jarrett Cain eyed her carefully. He, too, was betting on her silence. And for now, he could trust it. He could sense that the lovely Hannah Crowe was more than outraged, more than indignant and shamed and debauched by the crude sex. Oh, she’d never divulge her true feelings to him, but he could feel the passionate beat of her heart, and the hot fire bursting in her loins. And no matter how she tried to disguise her emotions, he could see the glimmer of sexual lust in her eyes.

Hannah returned his careful stare with smoldering eyes that in the intervening seconds gradually resumed their haughty luster.

“You will not get away with this!” she swore.

“No? ’Peers like I already have, my fine lady.” He bowed a bit in mockery.

The man seemed to have no fear at all, and this fact dimmed her spirit.

“Please take me home,” she demanded.

“Indeed,” he sneered.

Hannah worried about what she would find when she returned to the farm. She sat behind Jarrett Cain on his horse, with her open groin pressed to his ass and her arms around him for support. Every bump and jolt in the road sent a shooting pain through her sore behind. The discomfort in riding was almost as difficult as the buggering had been, but she couldn’t dwell on her own suffering. More important was the fact that she’d been missing from the farmhouse for over an hour’s time. Had Daniel returned? Had he found Jolie? What possibly could she say to him? What excuse could she give him to explain her absence? Maybe she should tell him the awful truth?

The lanterns in the farm house were still burning when the pair on horseback approached the yard.

“I’ll be getting down now,” she whispered. He drew in the reigns and Hannah slid to the ground.

“I’ll be needing you again, Mrs. Crowe,” the man said. “Don’t you forget that. In time, you’ll come to look forward to our meetings. That I promise.”

Hannah didn’t look back as he made his vow; but trudged to the house worried more about her next hour, than her future with Jarrett Cain.

The farmhouse was eerily empty inside. She moved from room to room calling Daniel’s and Jolie’s names, hoping, and at the same time afraid to find them there. As she suspected when she first entered, they were not home yet … and thus she was faced again with the same terrorizing fear for her sister that began her evening. What could have kept them so long?

Making a cup of tea to calm her jangled nerves, she sat in the rocking chair for several minutes, hoping to forget her last horrible hour. But again, the soreness in her bottom wouldn’t go away. In a fit of self-contempt, she bolted from the chair and poured hot water from the kettle on the stove into a basin. She tore away her clothes and scrubbed her bottom, her arms, her legs and thighs, everywhere the foul man had touched, as if she could somehow cleanse her tainted soul. Perhaps an hour after her return, still naked and still scrubbing her raw skin, she heard noises in the yard. She hastily drew a nightgown over her damp body, then dumped the basin of water out the back door. Covering herself with her night robe, she stepped out on the porch in time to see Daniel and a sullen Jolie walking toward the woodshed.

Thank God he’d found her! she inwardly sighed her relief. And yet, the gladness in her heart did not move her to rush forward and welcome the girl home. Had Jolie’s behavior a legitimate excuse, Daniel would have immediately brought her into the house. Obviously, she was guilty of the same irresponsible deeds that so marked her recent behavior. If only Jolie knew what prices her sister paid for Daniel’s absence that night. If only she understood that there were consequences far beyond her selfish world for her reckless immaturity.

Daniel was right to take her to the woodshed. He was right to punish her hard. The fierce feeling of revenge that Hannah could not express toward Jarrett Cain now poured from her soul, a bitter venom.

At first, Hannah had no will to attend her sister’s punishment. She stood on the porch as she watched Daniel light the lantern in the woodshed, then as he pushed Jolie toward the woodpile where she’d take her licks. The pair were now beyond her line of sight, though even from some yards away, Hannah could feel the tension in the air mount with each passing second.

Hannah knew the reprimand would be as rough as it was justified. She should be there as a witness and afterward to offer up the usual threats and cautions. But after her own terrible ordeal that night, the thought of being part of another emotional battle almost made her sick to her stomach. How could she put away that previous horror and stand firm with her unruly sister? How could she hold in her own despair?

The sound of an angry Daniel scolding the girl greeted her ears. Although she could not hear the words, she knew the message her husband was delivering to her sister. Then there was silence for several seconds, followed by the sound of leather cracking against bare flesh. Emotion bloomed like a cloud about the woodshed, and with Jolie’s first pained howl, Hannah abruptly scooted down the porch steps and made her way to the scene.

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