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She walked down to the stables and looked after Ares. He was a beautiful specimen. She heard two of the stable hands further down in the large barn. They had not seen Katharine.
The one man patted a large chestnut red horse on his neck. "He's in for a surprise," he said.
""e sure is," said the other in response.
In the small corral outside the barn, a burnished copper horse was standing alone. The two men took the male chestnut horse into the corral and let him loose. It was then that Katharine realized they were mating the horses.
The smaller copper horse decided she would have nothing to do with the chestnut red and danced away from him.
She jerked her large neck in response as if to say, "I'm not for you.” Katharine smiled.
The chestnut red stallion had already decided for both of them.
The two men settled onto the fence of the corral and watched the foreplay. The two horses danced around until, finally, the male had had enough. In a powerful play of domination, he cornered the female horse, biting her on the neck and roughly mounting her trembling form. Katharine blushed and moved away from the stables.
The two hands laughed at the scene.
"She was a feisty little one," the stable hand said.
"Yeah, but he had her in the end. It's the way of male and female," said the other.
***
Katharine didn't like to admit it, but she had been excited by the mating. She had felt like the mare when she had been in Arabia, dressed and perfumed for the Sheik. It had been the same, she thought as she walked along the river.
She had been the trembling mare, afraid and trying so hard to be strong. She had tried to fight the feelings she had felt for him, but she had become immersed in the culture. After that, she had fallen in love with the land, the people, and the man. She sighed and settled on the grass. Her hand dipped into the cool water and she drank a bit of it.
She wondered often of the sex of her child. She wondered if it would be a girl with dark hair and blue eyes or a son like his father with dark hair and dark eyes.
The water had cooled her and she felt sleepy, as she always did lately. She leaned back into the soft grass with her hands above her head and slept.
***
He had been watching her since she left the stable. At first, she was just a female form moving along the grass. Then, she had stopped by the water and, hidden as he was, he caught his first close glimpse of her. She is lovely, thought the mercenary.
Her body was slim yet supple, with high breasts, a small waist, and jutting hips. He watched her mouth as she slept and thought her lips were made for kissing. Her blonde hair fanned out above the grass and he felt himself stirring.
He had been well paid for this job. He had been paid in gold coins to take the girl from England back to Arabia and then sell her into the white slave market. He knew once she was sold in the slave market, she would become a slave in a household and would eventually end up as a prostitute.
With her beauty, no master of any household would keep her long as a servant. She would service the master’s bed before long. It was inevitable.
He knew the man who had hired him, but knew very little of the woman.
She was a lady; that much was obvious. But how she had made such powerful enemies who wished to remove her from sight was not known to him.
He moved his hand to his cock as he watched the sleeping form. He unbuttoned his breeches and took his thick shaft out. He moved his hand along the length of it as he watched her mouth. He could easily imagine those lips wrapped around his shaft. He watched her breasts move up and down as she slept and imagined her naked and panting. He would take her from behind, pumping into her, slapping the white globes of her ass. He would push her onto her knees and force her to pleasure him that way. Thick ropes of white cum splashed onto the grass before he put his cock away.
The next time he came upon her, she would be his. He could sell her to the white slave market as promised, but not before he enjoyed her himself.
***
Katharine jolted awake. The sun was setting, which meant she had been sleeping for almost an hour. She yawned and settled onto her feet awkwardly. She brushed her hair from her face and began walking back to the large house.
The days fell together. She thought mostly of Mohammed and of the child within her and waited for her father to return. She took long walks along the property, which helped clear her mind.