STORY EXCERPT

Green-Eyes spun around and glared at her and then he was stalking toward her with what looked like malicious intent.

“Where is the gold?”

“I–I don't kn–know.”

“When was the last stop?” Green-Eyes reached out and grasped her upper arms in a punishing grip.

Lacy winced, certain she would have his hard fingers imprinted into her skin from his bruising hold.

“Bacchus Marsh,” Lacy gasped out as Green-Eyes squeezed her brutally and then her back slammed into the side of the coach when he shoved her away.

“Those arseholes have changed the deposit station. They were supposed to have taken it to Ballarat,” the man who'd thrown her trunk from the roof of the coach, and with the red bandana around the lower half of his face, said in a low harsh voice.

“It's like they knew we was comin'.” The ranger who'd emptied her reticule wearing a dirty grey shirt spat onto the ground.

“We's can take 'er. She be a pretty little thing. We's can sell her to one of them mining camps.” Red-Bandana eyed her up and down.

Lacy looked away from his lecherous gaze and tried to contain her shiver of revulsion. Her stomach lurched and she drew in a deep breath, trying to combat the biliousness roiling in her belly.

Although she was a virgin, she wasn't naïve and knew exactly what he'd meant. She shoved her hand into her pocket and wrapped it around the comforting shape of her papa's pistol. There wasn't any doubt in her mind she wouldn't come out of this situation unscathed, but if she was about to die she would go down fighting.

“A whorehouse would be better.” Green-Eyes licked his lips as her perused her up and down. “Virgins are worth a lot of money.”

Lacy shifted on her feet so that she was standing side on to Green-Eyes. If she had to shoot, he would be the one she aimed at first. She lifted the gun until the barrel was pointing in his direction and placed her thumb on the hammer in preparation of cocking it.

Just as Green-Eyes took a step toward her, he stopped and tilted his head as if listening. Lacy tried to hear what he was listening for but her heart was thundering in her ears and she couldn't hear anything but the beat of her own heart.

“Shit. Get to the horses,” Green-Eyes yelled.

He and his men turned and ran toward their mounts. Lacy wondered what was going on but was glad the bushrangers were moving away from her. She cocked her pistol and kept it at the ready, uncertain for her safety, and watched as the slovenly men mounted up. They nudged their horses and her knees almost buckled with relief when they moved further away from her and she leaned against the side of the coach so she wouldn't fall to the ground. She uncocked the gun so she wouldn't accidentally shoot herself and drew in deep, ragged breaths.

And then she saw reason for the bushrangers’ retreat. Four big men were galloping toward them on huge horses and they, from what she could see, had guns in their hands.

Lacy's trembling on the inside became harsher and she actually began to shake on the outside. Just as she thought she was going to get out of this alive, Green-Eyes turned his horse around and raced toward her. She barely had time to draw a breath before his hard, muscular arm wrapped around her waist and snatched her from the ground. How he'd managed that feat, she wasn't sure, since her back had been against the side of the wooden coach. She screamed as loudly as she could, hoping the men thundering toward her and the bushrangers were honourable, and that they had seen her, but she wasn't sure since they had looked so intently as the dishevelled band. Her scream was cut off when her buttocks landed on the front of the hard saddle and her abductor’s thighs. If she'd had the breath left in her lungs to groan, she would have because her leg had scraped against the pommel with bruising force.

She shifted until she wasn't in danger of falling off the mount and carefully inched her hand into the right pocket of her skirt. It looked like she was going to have to shoot after all. Grey-Shirt and Red-Bandana turned in their saddles, lifted their arms, and took aim. They both seemed to fire their pistols simultaneously, yet the reports echoed one after the other. Since she and Green-Eyes were still behind them, Lacy braced herself, expecting to be hit with a bullet but opened them again when she didn't feel any pain.

There was no return gunfire and for that she was grateful, because if the men chasing them did fire back she might just end up getting shot. And as that thought coalesced, Lacy knew it was up to her.

Taking a deep breath and steeling herself for what she was about to do, she re-cocked and then pointed the gun in her pocket toward Green-Eyes’s stomach, closed her eyes, and squeezed the trigger.

In the next moment she and Green-Eyes went falling toward the ground. She landed on top of her quarry with a hard thud, her head connecting with something hard. She went toppling as the momentum pushed her body feet over head several times and then she landed on her back.

Lacy saw stars and she couldn't draw a breath no matter how hard she tried to inhale. It felt like she had one of those massive elephants she'd seen on the edges of a carnival show sitting on her chest, and she wondered if she was about to die from lack of air.

ADULT EXCERPT

Every time Walker pinched her nipples she wanted more. No matter how much he kneaded, pinched, and plucked it didn't take away the ache deep down inside.

Will released her lips and she panted in air, tying to slow her breathing, but she was so excited she couldn't manage it. Moisture trickled from between her legs and coated the inside of her thighs. She wanted to press a hand against her pussy and relieve the interminable throbbing there but she didn't think that would help one little bit.

And then Chet grasped hold of her hips and walked closer to her on his knees. She gasped when he pressed his nose against her sex and held her breath when she heard him inhale deeply. Lacy shook with need but was a little trepidatious about how she smelled. She didn't understand why he would do that, but when he looked up at her with glazed eyes and a smile formed on his lips she figured he must like her scent. His next words confirmed it.

“You smell delicious, love. I wonder if you'll taste just as good.”

Walker shifted his hands from her breasts when Chet nodded at him and then Kent and Will grabbed a hold of her legs and lifted her. She clutched at Walker's wrists, vaguely aware of digging her short nails into his skin, but couldn't make herself let go.

“Relax, Lacy. We've got you. We won't let you fall,” Walker said and then she was being lowered toward the ground, but they didn't place her bare body on the grass. Walker supported her upper body on his thighs while Kent and Will placed her splayed legs over one of their shoulders.

Chet crouched down between her legs and when she saw he was staring at her sex she tried to close them, but Will and Kent wouldn't let her.

“Look at me, darlin',” Walker said.

Lacy tilted her head back and met his blue eyes.

“We are going to make you feel so good, Lacy. Chet is going to lick your little pussy until you scream in ecstasy.”

Lacy gulped audibly and hoped they hadn't heard her, but she should have known they had.

“It's all right, love,” Chet said as he stroked his hands up her inner thighs. “We know what we're doing.”

Lacy had a pretty good idea what he was about to do, too, and although she wanted to feel his mouth on her, down there, she was worried he wouldn't like the way she tasted. But she pushed that thought aside since he seemed to like the way she smelled.

Her eyes slid closed when one of Chet's fingers brushed over the hair on her mound and then she moaned when he opened her up further with his thumbs. She clenched and felt cream weep out and hoped he couldn't see it. Lacy wasn't sure if that was supposed to happen, but when Chet groaned and stroked a finger up through her folds she didn't care.

And then Chet's tongue pressed against a spot at the top of her slit, causing her to buck and moan.

“So passionate,” she heard Kent growl, but then she was blind and deaf to everything around her as Chet started licking her in earnest.

Lacy had never imagined such pleasure. The ache inside was so intense and yet it wasn't painful. Fire was coursing through her veins and with each lick and lap from Chet's tongue her muscles tautened.

She mewled when Walker began massaging her breasts again and groaned when he released them. But then she cried out as her nipples were enveloped in warm, wet heat. Her eyes snapped open and she felt them widen for an instant when she saw that Will and Kent were suckling on the tips as if they were babes seeking nourishment.

When she felt something pushing into her hole she shook as paradise beckoned. Her blood heated until she was sure she was burning from the inside out and she realised that Chet was penetrating her sex with a finger. It felt so good but nowhere near enough. When he slid the tip of it nearly all the way back out, she moaned her protestations, but then she groaned as he inched that finger back in.

Each advance and retreat of his finger got faster and deeper and each swipe of his tongue got firmer and quicker. She writhed and wriggled in their hold, seeking more but not sure what she was going to find.

Kent and Will spread her legs as wide as they could go and then they suckled so hard on her nipples it was almost painful, but that bit of pain sent her higher still. She felt like she was shooting up toward the stars and would explode apart once she got there.

Her pussy felt tighter, the walls growing closer together as if trying to keep Chet's finger out but also trying to hold it in. She moaned when she felt him add another finger and gasped when he twisted them around inside of her.

She cried out and bucked when the tips of those fingers rubbed over a spot so sensitive inside of her she swore she saw stars.

And then she was screaming.