Page 8 of Finding Her Luck
Moments ago, the big Orki had said, 'Searnon claims you as her kit.' That's what it looked like. A mother cleaning her pup. Or, a kit. The behavior was baffling. She watched them, worried, but no harm came to them.
The Orkis were talking. A fast-paced conversation Corrin couldn't decipher started up right behind her head where she couldn't see. She tried to wiggle, but the big beast resting its head on her huffed and glared at her.
"You big brute. Can you get off me? What's going to happen?" She bucked her body in frustration. Her arms hurt, pinned awkwardly under her.
"Be nice to Searnon." The Orki who had spoken to her before said from somewhere out of eyesight. "She does you honor."
"What is happening?" she asked, voice rising with frustrated demand.
The male came back to give her a baleful glare. She'd be an idiot to anger him.
Schooling her features, forcing meekness into her voice,
Corrin asked again. "What is happening?"
His eyes gave him away again. She was certain he smiled at her. "Drunk men are easy dead. We finished here."
He bent down, big palm smoothing over her head. "Corrin," he said.
"Yes?"
"You smell bad."
"What? People are dead… the women and children, what are you going to do with them? All you care about is how I smell?" she asked in outrage.
"Very bad."
Did he mean to make her angry? Frustrated, she jerked and twisted and screamed at him. "Will you untie me? Why am I tied? Why me? I stink because you came in and sliced a man's head in half. Right in half! And they left me on the stinking floor, all day and all night, and I had to pee. And when I saw—his head, in half, I about threw up. But instead I just made a mess of myself, it just happened."
She inhaled a deep breath and kept shouting, "And now you say I stink? I've been up since before dawn waiting to be raped and used and murdered and now all you care about is how bad I smell?"
Searnon lifted her head with all the moving about, and the male slid his arms under Corrin's wiggling, rocking body, picking her up off the ground and standing in a single move. She hissed and spit and snapped, trying to catch him with her teeth as she raged at the stupid, mean, horrible, unfeeling Orki monster.
She couldn't stop. Insanity had taken hold of her. Better to make him angry enough to be done with it, get this subjugation over now. She didn't have it in her to lie still and be raped by these great ugly thugs.
He carried her away from the main house, Corrin yelling obscenities at him all the way. They walked through the town, passed dark cottages, all the way to the river's edge. He stopped there and took off his boots and started unwrapping things at his waist.
That silenced her.
"What are you doing?" she croaked. Even with the two full moons, he was hard to see with his dark skin.
He didn't say anything. Just kept unwrapping himself. The loin cloth slipped. He was close enough she could see that low, v-buckle of muscles that pointed to his groin.
Corrin's eyes squeezed shut with a strangled chirp, "Eep! You brought me here to rape me?"
He said nothing. She listened hard for any sounds. The giant creature was bizarrely quiet, but her eyes popped open when she felt him above her.
"Don't!" she screamed when she saw the glint of his knife in the moonlight.
He gripped her bodice in his hand and set the sharp blade there. The material split with the softest hiss. His expression hard, he pulled her top away and the light binding beneath, ripping it from her leather girdle. His mouth set in a line. He terrified her more than the men who'd accosted her earlier. There was no threat, no give, no chance. This was not a male who would later be overcome by drink or his own cock. Piece by piece, he cut her clothes from her. After the top, he flipped her, cut through her girdle, her skirts, and her drawers. Only her boots and stockings, held above her knees with old, frayed ribbons, did not get destroyed. He exposed her nakedness to the air, skin shining like a silver-white torch in the moonlight, revealing the heavy mounds of her breasts, the pink cold-pointed tips, the flat indent of her belly, the vulnerable femininity between her thighs.
He took everything off her, quick and painless. Even though there was no blood, it hurt, to be revealed thus, to be exposed to the night by this creature. Another shock on top of another shock. She fought it because that was her nature. Tired, hurting, it didn't matter, she couldn't stop. She would not hold still for this. She would not accept a violation. But the battle was weak on her part, no more than words and mild twisting.
Clothes off, he untied her legs to take off her boots. She kicked him with the sudden freedom, but with his strength holding her steady, her upper body was the only thing to move, scraping across the ground. When the boots were gone, he tied her again with the rope. Her resistance didn't faze him.
Naked. Bound. Helpless.
Corrin cried out, a garbled scream of fear and frustration. If he was going to rape her, she should at least have her arms and legs free. But then she had no luck. None at all. And if ever she needed it, it was now.
