His hard rod entered me like a staff being pressed in. Stiff and unrelenting as it eased into my softness. Parting me to make way for its path to my center. Then I felt him touch my base.

I stiffened and reared up a little but was pinned so tightly under the bed there was little I could do. My back brushing the wood above me as I struggled.

"How well planned was your escape, Little Bird?" He mocked.

Not very well obviously.

Now I'm stuck.

He was still pushing into me with that length that seemed to go on forever.

I yelped and had to slide my knees apart as I could feel him pinching inside and knew I needed to make more room to keep from hurting myself.

I was trying to steady my panicked breathing and relax. I was still sore from the last time he'd taken me and was worried about doing more damage fighting him.

"That a girl." He praised. Groaning in pleasure ad he filled me. His sack draping against my lower lips. Soft but firm causing a strange pressure that made me shift restlessly. Causing him to make more pleasured sounds.

I could practically envision that hard, muscled, body. Tensed with his pleasure at being inside me. His head thrown back and red waving hair rolling down his back. His sack weighted against my slit as he nestled fully.

"Ye're so tight. Like a sheath made for me sword."

I was certain everyone was tight around that particular sword.

He's huge.

***

"You know what happens to sweet things that try to run from a big bad barbarian, Sweetheart."

He retracted. Slipping out and then plunging back in with such force that my hips rocked against the wood railing.

I yipped and tried to reach back to push at his legs to get him back but I couldn't reach him.

"What's wrong, Little Bird?" He taunted laughingly. Giving a couple more brutal thrusts that had me flailing.

"Ouch!" I squawked in a begging voice.

"Done running from me, Little Bird?" He asked. "Because I'm rather enjoying you fighting me."

"Yes. Yes!" I cried. Feeling his piercing spear striking into me. Taking in how every inch of him was against my exposed parts. Touching me behind, underneath and molding along my legs.

He was utterly possessing my body. Enjoying ravishing me.

"Yes." I sighed in a surrendering voice.

"Good." He purred. Slowing his pace and relenting. Using shorter strokes and not burying so deeply it was painful.

Immediately, the sensation changed.

I moaned, somewhere between relief and pleasure.

Each gliding sensation soothed the aching and burning. Causing a different kind of tensing of my inner muscles. Working more rhythmically to respond to his slipping in and then back out. Without the pressure against the opening of my womb, all the pain became something else. I realized the rough wood of the floor grated against my distended nipples with every time he stuffed me. My breasts rippling. I felt the bouncing of my ass cheeks with every long stroke. My body was starting to wind. My skin goosebumping and my skin becoming highly sensitive.

Something far different.

I was scrounging to think of something to distract him. To talk to him. Something that'd buy me enough time to scoot backward and twist sideways out of here.

"Why-why here?"

He paused to lean under the bed to give me a confused look. "My hut?"

"The Isle of Wight." I said quickly. Shifting against him as I sought to see if I could twist off him yet.

His eyes narrowed and he gave a cold chuckle. "Simply because I'm from a little island with barbaric rituals, doesn't mean I'm as fool as you'd have me."

"I wouldn't have you anyway!"

"Wouldn't you?" He straightened and I instantly knew my mistake as I felt him impaling deep inside again. Pushing so far that I was certain I'd be torn asunder.

"Okay. Okay!" I surrendered.

"Now, quiet woman and let me enjoy meself."

I was so angry I could've struck him. Pounding the floor with my fists in frustration. Knowing I couldn't even reach him to scratch his legs the way I was stuck.

"It's a mighty lovely view back here." He gave my backside a rough swat that had me gasping in outrage.

"You filthy..." My enraged insults were drowned out by a long moan.

"Do you know what you just did?"

***

"I'll have a bit more of that." He whacked me again. A bit harder.

I screeched in my throat. Rocking backward in an effort to shove him off. Which only resulted in me setting myself so hard on him that I stood on my toes. Angling my legs up in an attempt to retreat back off him.

"More." He hooked his fingers around the front of my thighs to keep them in the air and began leveraging me back against him. "You tightened so hard on me cock, I'd thought I was going to spurt right then and there when I smacked yer lovely arse. I'll be feeling that again while I take your sweet hole."

I was barely registering his words as he was yanking my hips against him as he pushed in. Then my cheeks would jounce against the underside of the wood rail and allow him deep penetration before he retracted and tugged me against him again. Up on my toes, with my legs straight it gave him free rein to use my whole body to pull and push.

I found myself clenching as he delved in and then relaxing as he eased back out. I had gotten so slick when he did the shorter thrusts that it made his roughness bearable. And soon I found myself clutching at the wood under me. Trying to find something to grip as the pain vanished. The inside of me lengthening as the pleasure began to unravel like a snake uncoiling through me. Splaying out and then sending lightning ripping through me in wild surges which made my palms flex straight then quiver. And I soaked him with my climax.