laughter.
“I no longer want you! You're too fat and worn! You are ugly and repulsive! I'll take pretty little Adonisa, instead! She's young and tender and most exciting! And everything I teach her will be new to the innocent little darling!” His glowing eyes swung to Ignacio. “Friend, you better come up and watch this little event! One of those stupid old peasants might take it into their head to ram a pitchfork into my gut! We'll find you a nice piece of female flesh when I'm through here shortly!”
Ignacio nodded, ascending the stairs and following as far as the doorway to the loft. Below, the matron wailed bitterly to the accompanied sounds of her son's bawling and the dog's yipping.
Socrates staggered into the loft. At the far end of the beamed room, huddled with her face pressed against the wall, crouched the young girl. She looked up – - paralyzed with the terror spread across her fine features – as Socrates approached her, trembling uncontrollably, his lust overpowering now.
“Hello, you pretty little creature!” crooned Socrates. “There's nothing to fear! I shan't hurt you, sweet Adonisa! I simply want to have a better look at you! That's a good girl!”
Pulling her to her feet where she stood swaying with fear but unresisting, he began deliberately undressing the girl. She made no struggle – not even when her small hard breasts with their knobby nipples were exposed. And she still was frozen into immobility when he took the last stitch of clothing from her slim white body, leaving her naked and vulnerable before his heated gaze and greedy hands.
“What beauty!” he muttered thickly. “Oh, what pristine beauty! Just see that pretty little patch of dark hair down there! I wonder what it hides?”
“D-Don't hurt m-me, sir!” she whimpered in a small, faint voice. “I'm a good g-girl! I've n-never done any-, thing b-bad, sir!”
Ignoring her pleas, he shoved her onto the nearby bed, forcing her to lay upon her back. Taking one of her smooth slender thighs in each of his hands, Socrates opened her legs – peering with lust-convulsed features at the pursed lips of her chubby pubic mound surrounded by the fleecy growth of dark hairs still in the thickening stage of puberty.
“Pi-Please, s-sir!” she sobbed shrilly.
Dropping to his knees, Socrates buried his bearded face into that young crotch with greedy fervor – groaning as his mouth closed over the firm mound and his tongue slavered into the slitty lips, parting them and sucking hungrily upon her cunt. She writhed about madly, gasping and sobbing.
Ignacio rubbed at his penis, feeling his own lust stir at the sight of Socrates mouthing the young girl's parts so uninhibitedly.
While he nursed savagely at the chubby organ, Socrates fumbled at himself until his large stiff penis was brought into view, its pulsing length tipped by a bulbous head. Fondling himself while he nibbled and gnawed at the girl's creviced mound, the member grew yet longer and harder – jutting fearsomely upward.
Abruptly, Socrates lifted his face from her crotch and shifted his entire body upward so that now he lay atop her, staring into her eyes. She flinched, feeling the stiff thing probing at her sensitive cunt – not understanding what was taking place but fearing it nevertheless.
“L-Let me up, s-sir! I b-beg you!” she whined, squirming around, trying to keep that hard thing from pressing further into her flesh. Suddenly, Socrates lunged downward – gripping the girl's shoulders as his thrust plunged the erected penis between the soft lips and directly into her vagina – rupturing her hymen in one brutal entry that ripped a high-pitch scream of pain from her straining throat. She arched backwards, fighting madly to free herself but it was in vain. Impaled upon the member rigidly within her body, she could but writhe frantically while he grunted thrust after thrust until soon his rhythm of driving jabs was a frenzied speed whose force rocked the bed upon which they bounced.
Then just as swiftly as he had penetrated her virginal cunt, he began coming – his gasps of tense enjoyment louder than her shrieks of pain and fear as the rapid spasms of hot juice erupted from the tip of his straining organ and jetted into the depths of her young hole.
It was over now and he slowly withdrew the still rigid, glistening penis from her body, allowing her to lay in collapsed relaxation as she sobbed with hysterical anguish.
“Ah,” he hiccuped. “That was most stimulating! It took the edge off but my appetite still clamors for more of the same, greedy fellow that I am in the matter of young pussies!”
“Where now?” demanded Ignacio whose own lust had been considerably stirred by the sight of the rape, and who quivered with the need to put his aching, throbbing shaft into a tight cunt. “I'm anxious to experience some of that same pleasure, too!”
“On to the next hut, friend!”
“Which one?”
“Any one! We'll just keep trying them all and see what each snug cottage offers in the way of fun and fair damsels!”
Holding onto each others' shoulders, they drunkenly staggered down the stairs, marched unsteadily past the frightened matron, her sons and the old crone, and stumbled into the darkness outside – heading toward the next building and followed by their silent guardsmen. Now chanting offkey in strident voices made even more absurdly unmusical by the alcoholic dissonance of their vocal chords, they wobbled up to the door – kicking it open with relentless blows of their booted feet.
That hut contained only an aged pair who fled through the door as soon as Ignacio and Socrates had cleared it and stood swaying in the center of the ill-lit, unkempt room.
“Did you see them go!” hooted Socrates.
“Si, mi amigo!” bellowed Ignacio hilariously. “Yes, my friend! They went like imps from Hell riding fumes from the Devil's own asshole!”
“Not very hospitable, eh?”
“Oh, well, the woman was haggy – and much too thin for my taste!”
“But the old man?”
Ignacio belched joyously. “Ah, now he was well worth the fucking! Nothing like a clean old man who enjoys having his rectum reamed spiritedly!”
Their throats swelling with laughter, they strolled erratically back outside, went to the guardsmen for another bottle of wine, drank it with garbled toasts to each other – and proceeded to the building beyond, noisily singing again.
That hut produced superior contents in the forms of three young women and their grim-faced father whose efforts to defend his daughters' chastity met with a brief beating that put the courageous old man unconscious upon his own doorstep.
The three wenches cowered in a corner of the room, eyes widened and staring hopelessly up at their drunken tormentors. Two of them were quite pretty despite their matted hair and dirt-encrusted hands and arms. Their sister was a drooling idiot who smiled vacantly at the intruders, a thick tongue lolling from the corner of her heavy mouth.
“The brunette for me!” claimed Ignacio.
“The other for me!” chimed Socrates.
“And the moron for both of us!” shouted Ignacio happily, lurching forward and grabbing the tall brunette who struggled violently, kicking at his shins and raining blows upon his chest as he dragged her to the floor. There, he pinned her down and, grinning all the while, tore her pitiful rags of clothing from her shapely body.
“Sorry I'm not in the mood for loveplay, my pet!” Ignacio panted, getting out his scarred member and shoving it stiffly at her wet crotch in a series of unsuccessful thrusts, missing her cunt each time due to her willful jerkings and squirmings. “I'm much too hot and you stink in the bargain!”
She ranted in the Grecian tongue, the sounds spewing viciously from her mouth.
“What did she say to me?” Ignacio called to Socrates who was busily humping up and down, having already impaled the blonde sister who lay moaning beneath his pumping loins.
“Something about having the lover's pox which she intends giving you if you enter her!” grunted Socrates cheerfully.
“Well, perhaps I should beware of Greek sluts bearing dubious gifts but I must fuck this lively little frump!” Ignacio thrust his throbbing organ again and this time it went plunging into the desired hole, engulfed by warmth and wetness as it lunged home, accompanied by a steady screeching and cursing from the girl whose wild eyes
