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The man reached forward and twisted his fingers into her long blonde hair and pulled back sharply like a rider pulling on the reins of his horse. Once in control of the girl's hair he began pulling back harder as he repeatedly thrust himself violently into her. The sound of flesh slapping flesh could be clearly heard from our position by the lake, and each fresh slap of flesh brought a grunt from him and a gasp of pleasure from her. We watched this girl being impaled over and over on the soldier's shaft, Shilka explained to me that this is the required mating position and that once a girl has surrendered herself, she is his to do with as he wishes. I had a feeling that this bit of information was to inform and possibly be a warning.
My hand moved to touch my golden collar as I watched the girl being taken roughly before us. I could hear Shilka breathing heavy beside me and I noticed that my own breathing rate had increased as well. Watching the couple in front of us rutting wildly brought back memories of young Sir William and the way night we spent together on my 18th birthday. I was getting lost in the scene that played out before us when the man's tempo increased and the girl began moaning louder as her body convulsed and her orgasm began. It wasn't long before the man started grunting louder and thrusting faster. Within a minute or so he pulled himself out of her, took his manhood in hand and stroked it hard and fast. Thick white jets erupted from him, the first few powerful spurts landed on the back of her head and stuck in her hair. The following spurting globs landed on her back, backside, and between her butt cheeks. As the flow subsided, the man rubbed himself between her rear cheeks in a motion that resembled wiping himself off.
The girl collapsed forward on to her chest and stomach. Her large globular breasts flattened out between her ribcage and the ground under the blanket. The man lay down next to her and cuddled with her, which was a bit shocking to me after the whole "boratcha" thing. Shilka began gently tugging at my arm and insisting in a low whisper that we must be going. It would be disrespectful should two collared girls be caught watching like we have been she explained. I nodded to her as we quickly donned our nightshirts and quietly made it back to the other side of the road and to our tent without being caught.
