She awoke in a strange body. Hurting and being carried by a being that smelled unpleasantly of mammal flesh and its own exertions.
“Do you reckon her a virgin?”
“I dunno. But her won’t be.”
The coarse sounds were what she was beginning to be aware of as laughter.
Not too much later she was dropped onto something yielding.
“Now us waits for her to wake up.”
She opened her eyes. Two hairy creatures looked down at her. One held her throat and the other lifted her single garment. It was to be their last action under earth’s pitiless sun…
©jane jago
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