Amber's desperate cry for help echoed through the longhouse. While most of the tribe simply ignored it, Zachary and the Warrior were quick to realize what was going on. Fortunately for Zachary, his assailant was wearing the rounded studs used for daily wear instead of the bladed ones normally used in combat. This detail meant the difference between more pleasurable sex, or a slow death by infection. As the warrior released his first load into Zachary's unprepared anus he quickly pulled out, the studs stimulating Zachary in ways he had never before imagined. Giving the missionary one last blow to the upper back, the reigning champion stood up and left to go care for his wife. Leaving his victim alone with the Medicine woman and spectators.<br/><br/>Meanwhile Amber was struggling for her life. Unable to keep her silent, the rapist had stoped trying to cover her mouth and was now using that hand to fondle her perky breasts. Grappling with her as she flailed uselessly. His dick, still studded with the razor sharp war studs that had killed his last wife, brushed against her inner thigh, scratching her leg with there sharpness and inching ever closer to her virginity.