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earnest, but he kissed me hard, smothering my protests.
    He didn’t move inside me. He held still, just pressed himself inside my tightness as if to make me feel very ridge and pulsing vein. His groin pressed to mine, our wiry hairs tangled together beneath my bunched up skirts and his opened breeches. We were joined and he wanted me to know it. This English officer had taken me. He’d made me his. He’d claimed me. And in spite of all the pain, I felt taken. I felt claimed.
    He’d done it as if he knew how to do it. As if he’d taken virgins before.
    And while I sensed that it gave him pleasure—he never closed his eyes or looked away. Instead, he stared down at me with a feverish intensity. With one hand, he brushed away the tears of pain that coursed down my cheek, then whispered, “I mentioned that it would be a bit of a nuisance, my dear. You’re sore, and likely bleeding, which means the only way this can be pleasant for you is if you give in to the utter baseness of it.”
    He put my arms around his shoulders, and I clung to him as he began to thrust inside me. I was wet for him, which made him slide easily. But I was very tight and it seemed possible that he’d split me apart with his cock.  
    That’s why, trembling with agony, I forced my mind to concentrate on the baseness of it, just as he advised. I was a Scotswoman being swived in her father’s kitchen by an English officer…whose men looked on.  
    I don’t know when they noticed what was happening in the kitchen. Perhaps it was when I first screamed. But as Major Anderson pumped himself between my splayed thighs, forcing the table to slide slightly with each stroke, a cheer of encouragement went up from the room beyond.
    Dear God , it wasn’t enough that I was now this man’s whore—but they all knew it. And it was so much more shameful than I thought it might be! The hoots of the soldiers, the vulgar things they shouted, made my cheeks flame.
    But it also eased the pain between my legs, and…caused a sensation that made me moan. My grip tightened on the Major’s shoulders, and my knees gripped harder around his waist. “Very good,” he said, encouragingly, a bead of sweat on his upper lip as he worked over me. “You must let the arousal outpace the pain.”
    He began to press against me in a grinding way. A way that pressed his pubic bone to mine, mashing the little spot I would have liked to stroke. But this was different, and better, in every way.  
    Oh, oh, oh, it wasn’t possible that I could reach climax this way, was it? Just from…
    “You like getting fucked, don’t you?” the Major asked, yanking my head back by the hair so he could see my face while he pounded into me.
    “Oh, God,” was all I said, my eyes fluttering closed at way his cock seemed to press in all the right places on the upstroke, as if driving me toward completion. I wanted to touch him. Undress him. Run my fingers under his shirt and feel his skin, but first…
    “You’re going to come for me,” Major Anderson said, panting a bit as he put his back into fucking me harder. “Aren’t you?”
    “Yes!” I screamed.
    Then I screamed it ten more times as the orgasm exploded through me, setting off burst after burst through my womb, my belly, my breasts…
    So caught up was I in the overwhelming feeling of my body convulsing around his cock, as if it were the whole purpose of my existence, I was almost deaf to the cheers of the soldiers now crowded in the doorway to watch. Not deaf at all, however, to the grunts that came from my lover as he spasmed and jerked his seed deep into me.
    He held me down hard by the waist, then pressed me back to the butcher block as if he was afraid I might get up and run—or was determined to make me a receptacle for every last drop.  
    The warmth of his seed was both soothing to the pain between my legs, but also, a terrifying reminder of what I’d just done. What I’d risked. I knew a child could come of this. I knew