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Ailene knew then that she could expect nothing less from these two beasts. She squirmed and kicked harder in an attempt to get him off of her. When she opened her mouth to scream, he shoved a piece of filthy cloth in her mouth. While her efforts did nothing to remove either of them, it was making it more difficult to do what they wanted.

"Grab the rope from the pack," the dirty bearded one told chubby. "I'll hold her down until you're back."

He grabbed her hands and slid his hips down her legs to reduce the amount of kicking she could do. Without the leverage of her feet upon the ground, her squirming and struggling did nothing to remove the man, who was stronger than his gaunt appearance would indicate. He leaned down and tried to kiss her. His teeth were broken and ragged and his breath stunk of God knew what and she twisted away from him, only to have him slobbering against her neck, licking and kissing from her ear to her shoulder. Shortly after, she felt his broken teeth gnawing on her right nipple, the sharp edges causing even more pain to her already tender bosom. Chubby soon returned with the rope and wrapping it several times around her wrists, tied her hands above her head to a sturdy bush.

"That should do it," dirty beard said. "You can hold her legs while I fuck her, then I'll hold them while you fuck her."

"Why should you get to have her first," chubby said. "I saw her first. On top of which, I'm thinking I'd like to fuck her mouth whilst you fuck her cunt."

"Well then, tie her legs. Spread them good so we have access to her cunt," dirty beard said.

Ailene's struggles thus far had done nothing but to tire her out. She was panting from her exertions, but when she felt chubby tie a loop around her right leg and stretch it toward the tree, she renewed her kicking, hoping against hope that she could stop or even delay the rape that she knew was coming. Despite her efforts, her leg was soon secured to the tree and then another length was looped around her left ankle and pulled taut and attached to a peg he drove into the soft ground. She now lay with her legs splayed widely, and with her arms stretched out over her head. Her breasts were bare, her dress was up over her knees and dirty beard was pulling it up to her waist, lifting her hips to slide it under her ass, baring her sex to the two men. They also panted a little from their struggles with her, but now they could stand and leisurely examine their prize.

Nice breasts, not overly large, but nice, still sitting high on her chest, auburn hair, a few leaves and small twigs stuck in her hair from her rolling around on the ground. Her waist was nicely narrow, swelling to lovely hips and smooth, white thighs. The hair at her delta was a little darker than her head, with fewer highlights. Chubby undid his breeches and pulled his erection out. It was short and stubby, not much more than 5 inches in length, even erect. Dirty beard also undid his breeks, but dropped them to his ankles, his legs and ass as skinny and bony as the rest of him. His erection had more meat than the entire rest of his body, it seemed, and had a bend to the left.

Chubby knelt down next to Ailene's head and waved his little pecker at her face.

"I know that you'll be thinking of biting me when I put this in your mouth, lass, and I want you to rethink that right now. If I feel any teeth, I don't have any problem knocking them all from your mouth. Tis only a rape, and you can survive if you don't do anything stupid," Chubby said. "No sense in dying for a little fucking. Nor do I want any yelling. We can do this while you're unconscious, if you have any thought of screaming. We know how close the Keep is and we don't want anyone interrupting our fun."

He grasped the cloth sticking from her mouth and asked, "We aren't going to be having any problems now, are we lassie?" He waited until she slowly nodded before pulling it out.

While chubby was warning her against biting him, dirty beard was shoving first one finger, than two in her sex, wiggling the long, bony digits about in her sheath, which was still damp from the orgasm she'd given herself while dreaming of her husbands sweet lovemaking. To think that it would now be filled with dirty beard's filthy cock was more than she could bear, and she began to sob quietly, the tears rolling swiftly down her cheeks. Chubby rubbed his smelly little prick on her lips and she turned away, disgusted by the smell. It seemed that neither chubby or dirty beard believed in the cleanliness practiced by her husband. He responded by taking her left tit and giving it a hard twist that made her gasp in pain.

"Open up, that's a good girl," he said, twisting her breast again.

She turned her head towards him and he shoved his cock past her lips; she nearly gagged on the rancid taste.

"Lick it lassie. I don't think this will take long. It's been so long since I've been with a lassie such as yourself," chubby said.

While she began to swirl her tongue on his disgusting appendage, she felt dirty beard remove his fingers and she felt his meaty cock at the entrance of her sex. She expected to be penetrated at any moment, but it didn't happen. She looked up and saw 6 inches of arrow sticking out of dirty beards chest and before she could draw another breath, chubby had a feather growing out of his head. They toppled sideways and she was elated that her mouth was finally free of chubby's filthy prick. She saw Stuart and Frang running towards her and sobbed loudly, grateful that she was saved, and mortified that they were seeing her like this, trussed up and spread for her rape.

When Stuart searched for his wife at lunchtime, he was unable to find her. He checked with the head housekeeper and she was unaware of her whereabouts. The Captain of the Guard said that no one saddled a horse for her, nor had he sent any men to accompany her outside the gates of the Keep. He approached Thorburn and Frang and neither of them had seen her, but given that she didn't appear to be within the Keep, Thorburn quickly sent several small parties of men out to look for her. He knew that Calum Blackthorne would like nothing more than to get hold of any one of the Camerons. Stuart couldn't wait for the men to return with news and set out himself on his fastest horse, willing to storm the gates of hell himself if need be to find her. Frang saddled up and rode with him.