Lana jumped up and tried to wriggle through the gap in the canvas  on the driver's side when a rough hard hand grabbed, her. Poppet? She was nobody's poppet and she kicked hard with the other leg, her foot connecting with a satisfying crunch.  A grunt followed by an "owww, de bich broke muh node" was rewarded by raucous laughter even as the injured party let go of her leg allowing her to crawl through the slit and jump off the wagon. It was a great plan except Lana was a city girl, and this was mountainous country with sharp rocks and she wore no shoes. But she was nimble and fast and began dashing towards the mountainside when she heard shouts behind her. Hobbling over rocky shards which sliced at her soft feet, she tried to hide behind boulders when two men came on their shaggy and surefooted garrons, hardy little horses which may not have stood up to a battle hardened charger but would outlast it any day in this challenging environment.  The bastards were playing a cat and mouse game with her.<br/><br/>Hey Poppet," shouted one of the men, "you broke Barry's nose, he say's he gonna fuck you silly for it."<br/><br/>"Tell Barry to suck his horse's dick!" yelled Lana back, ducking under a grasping hand and running to the next set of rocks, closer to the mountain. Her comment seemed to delight the men, with even Barry laughing through watering eyes after he had set his nose. The trading of insults and her getting closer and closer to the gap in the mountain side went on for a little while longer, setting Lana's lungs on fire and her feet bleeding, but she refused to give up. She wasn't about to get rescued from one certain death to be sent to another.<br/><br/>Lana could almost taste her relief when she had almost made it to the slit in the mountain, a gap too big for a man, but fine for a girl her size, when the whip wielded by one of the men coiled around her ankle and held her back. "Noooo, she sobbed and tried to undo the biting coil when the big man got off the horse and pulled her up by her air. She swung at him with both fists but he shook her like a dog, make her tear up from both pain, frustration, and anger.<br/><br/>"Stop it wench," he growled and slung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Lana screamed and hit and kicked until a hard hand came down hard on her ass and stayed there, "any more out of you and I'll have me that fine ass right now, even though you stink like fishcart. I'll take me my time about it too, both holes."<br/><br/>That stilled Lana, and she hung down like ...well, a sack of potatoes even as he carried her back to his companions.