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Click hereI screamed for him to stop, begged for respite but he kept pounding relentlessly, mercilessly, gleefully. He was grunting like an animal, his serpent sliding in and out of my body, probing ever harder, faster and deeper, taking and demanding more, ever the insatiable beast. The fire lapped at my skin, left me feverish and covered in beads of sweat. He let go of my hands and grabbed my throat. He was chocking me as he pounded at me with the devils fury. I tried to pull them away but I was a helpless child in his grip. Dark spots started to dance around the edges of my vision and suddenly there was a fire igniting inside my loins. I felt a heat rising in me and spreading and pulsing and glowing and the most amazing sensation came over me and for a moment there were no thoughts in my head and my entire being was radiating a holy light and it was glorious and I knew immediately that God must have sent his hole spirit down to ease my pain and I felt a calm wash over me and I understood that He had a plan. The brute lifted his hands and beat his chest and roar on top of me and I knew that he felt the presence too.
Love the story, and raped by a "pagan" how do you know its a pagan? did you know the Christians stole Christmas from the pagans? I bet you didnt, pagans don't celebrate horror or the devil, they celebrate earth, life... Btw easter was also stolen from pagans. Do your research eh?
Well-written, I like how the women calmed her nonverbally, and your descriptions of how she experienced everything.
Thanks for the comments, I appreciate the feedback.
This story was inspired by what happened to early Dutch missionaries in Taiwan, but it is not in any way historically accurate to a specific time and place. It's fantasy and with that comes a certain creative freedom. I drew inspiration from many other things too, like my experiences in countries where blonde hair and blue eyes are alien and therefor fascinating and compelling, and the mindset that comes with being raised in an extremely conservative environment and then being jerked out of that to something foreign.
Although the mental escape at the end wasn't my first choice I see it as a form of cognitive dissonance, a type of subconscious devise that allows her to deal with her situation.
She is raped and bred by a "pagan" and all she can think is God is trying to protect her? She should be thinking the exact opposite. It actually sounds like what happened to early christian women during the Roman Empire. these weren't the royals so they spoke rough pig latin, if not more of a germanic language that would sound animalistic. I love the storyline overall and would love to see a part two to this.