A Peasant Girl – Chapter 6

And so Anna grew into a beautiful young woman, her skin bright from the sun, her hair long and chestnut, with just a slight curl. She even lived better; now that her father and brother had other uses for her, she no longer had to do as many chores, and she was given fine new clothes to wear, dresses with lace, even underthings made of linen rather than wool.

But in exchange, she had to suffer the constant humiliations the two men in her life brought upon her. Her brother had grown so insatiable that he took her two or three times daily. Whenever she saw him she would simply stop what she was doing and hike up her skirt, waiting for the inevitable. He loved fucking her from behind, his hands pulling her head back by the hair, his hips bucking hard and rough into her buttocks, until a few minutes later he would finish with her, wipe himself off on her rear, and go about his business.

But Anna’s father was worse. Her brother’s brief, rough violations she could endure, but her father was like a child with a new toy, and he seemed determined to break her. He only demanded her body a few times a week, but when he did it was always for some new terror. He enjoyed making her choke on his large rod, jamming it down her throat and pulling her face into his hairy crotch. Then he might tie her up, or just force her to take him in as many different ways as he could imagine, lasting much longer than Vladimir. At least once a month she had to spend the entire day pleasing him, and when it was all over her body and insides were sore from the abuse.

Still, she had more free time than before, and she used it to get as far away from her father and brother as she could, knowing that if either one of them saw her and wanted her, her freedom would be at an end. She took to wandering out into the steppes, listening to the lonely calls of the birds, watching the clouds drift over the dome of the sky. It was the only joy she knew, and the more she was out on the plain, the more she felt she belonged.

One day, in early summer, as Anna lay on her back, her dresses splayed out by the wind, she heard hoof-beats sounding from the distance. Raising her head, she could make out a lone horseman riding across the plateau, long hair flying in the wind. From this distance she couldn’t make out the face, but as there was only one and as her father and brother had pretty much removed any fear she might have of anything, she slowly stood and waved.

The rider’s course slowly arched toward her until the stranger was only a hundred yards or so away. There the stranger stopped. The two looked at one another, Anna, curious, the stranger inscrutable behind a kerchief pulled up to the eyes.

“Hello,” said Anna finally. She wasn’t sure what to expect.

“I greet you, horseless one,” replied the rider in a decidedly feminine voice.

“My name is Anna, not ‘horseless one,'” said Anna, feeling introductions were in order.

“Then I greet you, Anna,” said the rider. “Tell me, what business brings you into my lands?” Her voice, if it was a woman, sounded threatening.

“Nothing,” replied Anna truthfully. “That is, I didn’t know these were your lands, and I only came here…” She stopped, thinking better of what she was about to say.

“I am a mighty warrior, horseless one!” said the rider fiercely, but Anna could see the eyes showing something other than threat. “I could kill you where you stand for trespassing on my land.”

“I said my name was Anna,” said Anna sharply.