Her body, naked and spread, bounced on the seat. Her breasts, heavy and full, swung. Her belly, soft and round, quivered. Her thighs, thick and trembling, shook. Her pussy, wet and swollen, gripped his cock.
She screamed. Filling the carriage. Filling the night. The sound, carrying through the windows, through the walls, reached the driver. The horses. The street.
The people of the capital, walking in the rain, heard the screams. And they knew, without knowing, what was happening in the carriage that rolled past them. The sounds of a woman being fucked. Being claimed. Being owned.
She screamed. And screamed. And screamed.
The carriage rolled on.
The academy fair.
The grounds, sprawling and manicured, were filled with stalls and displays. Students, in their uniforms, moved between booths. The noise, the chatter, the laughter of youth, filled the air. The sun, bright and warm, shone through the scattered clouds.
