I remember the day clearly. There was twenty of us hidden in a clearing and waiting for the car to come down the back roads. My uncle, the fearless leader of our resistance movement was above me in the tree and had his sniper rifle trained, waiting for the car.

Then we heard it and my heart skipped a beat. We had been lay still for over three hours in the dense undergrowth. No-one said a word. The engine noise got louder and louder and then I could see movement through the branches.

I could feel my adrenaline being pumped around my body, awaiting for the explosion. I held onto my AK47 with all my life – my 21 year old hands trembling with anticipation.

There was a deafening roar as the earth shook violently and 50lb of high explosive ripped through the car. My uncle had been tipped off that this vehicle was carrying an Army General. As the smoke cleared and we waited, waited for any survivors, and it was clear that there were two cars. My uncle was only expecting one.

Pablo, my uncles deputy, signalled for a couple of us to approach the second car. Sweat dripped off my hands and I gripped my gun. The driver of the second car was dead but in the back, stirring was someone else. Pablo raised his AK47 to the shattered window and then exclaimed in shock. He pulled the body – a girl in her mid-twenties from the car and threw her towards me. She was covered in cuts from the flying glass but didn't look seriously hurt.

The girl wasn't, and was bundled in the back of the wagon with myself and half a dozen other terrorists. Inside the hour we were back inside our territory. Of course, the army would come. They would seek their revenge, but we were safe for the moment.

My uncle hauled us out of the wagon when we arrived at the camp. The girl had been crying since the clearing almost, although I had used a first aid kit to remove most of the glass and stop any bleeding she had. We looked at her ripped and expensive clothes disdainfully. I could tell he was going to shoot her unless she was cooperated. He began asking her questions that she was not answering. Who was she? Where did she live? Why was she in the car?

My uncle got more frustrated and he starting cutting her clothes. Soon, her stained and ripped blouse concealed nothing and fell away to reveal a dirty-red silk bra. By the time her skirt was torn from her, she was showing a matching thong she was in tears. My uncle had not established who she was and could find no identification on her. She must be from a very rich family – few girls could afford silk.

Eventually my Uncle did lose his temper and slapped her across the face. She fell to the floor and he pointed his gun at her, telling her to tell us who she was. She shook her head and then forced back the tears. My Uncle laughed when she said “Princess Sophia” but when she repeated it and he stared at her, he began to realise.

The King's eldest grand-daughter and about eighth in line to the throne was standing in front of us nearly naked. Turned out that the Army thought the back-road through the Great Forest would be safe. They sent a big armed motorcade – a decoy – down the sea route, with that General and the Princess going inconspicuously down the back roads.  Of  course, my Uncle has his sources and they told him.

A frantic night of talking and negotiation and my Uncle had decided that she could be taken to our hometown village, high up in the mountains and as far from the border as possible while they set out their ransom. And I was going to take her. And be responsible for her.

The ride up the mountain could not be done by car and so Eyal and myself took a horse cart up the seventy or so miles. Sophia was wearing a loose-fitting T-Shirt and a pair of shorts we had found although we had stripped her of her underwear. Eyal wanted her silk underwear for his bird. She was handcuffed to the back of the cart as it made its ways through the networks of roads and forests.

It was a warren and was completely possible to get lost if you didn't know the way. My Uncle said there were a thousand little villages in the Mountains and he was probably right. Our home was near the top of one of the smaller mountains but had two small rivers running either side of it. Tall pine trees bordered it on every side and it was seven hours by horsecart to the nearest town – the furthest we could have driven if we had a motorcar. We passed through a few other villages en route and plenty of roads that simply lead to other settlements. Tarmac gave way to rocks just outside the town and became little more than a track twenty or so miles from our village.

A few twists and turns and we arrived. Eyal still lived with his parents in the little centre, but my Uncle's house was a little further up the mountain and at the end of the track and was beside a beautiful waterfall. It was, at most a five minute walk into the village centre but was relief I tethered the horses to his wooden stump outside the house and went indoors to find my aunt.

She was glad to see me and hear of the successful explosion and even more glad to see Sophia sat on the back of the cart, immobile.

I sleep on the ground floor in my Uncles house, a largeish room that was once a small granary but now house a dilapidated double bed, a battered wardrobe and a few pornographic posters. I quickly explained to Sophia that if she escaped we would probably kill her, if she didn't get lost and starve to death or fall to serious injury. I wasn't sure if I could keep her tied to a part of the house all the time but reasoned that if she was being looked after she would await rescue and/or ransom being met rather than escaping.

My aunt bustled into my room as Sophia sat on the bed and was given a faded pink cotton dress. It was an old one she used to wear when she was a lot thinner, but my Aunt is also quite a short lady and when Sophia changed into it, it barely reached much past her ass.

My aunt didn't care, and I certainly enjoyed the sight of this privileged girl wearing what we all had to wear because of their oppression. Sophia had long black hair, and this reached her bosom – that were easily a C cup. Every time she changed I got a boner – she was beautiful and I also think she noticed.

My aunt cooked tea for Sophia and me, as well as all the farm hands and my sister that evening. Sophia was quiet and obviously scared although I remember my aunt's vintage peapod wine – at something like 25% - perking her up slightly.

That evening, I talked extensively to her. She was my responsibility until my uncle told me otherwise. I think she thought I was going to sleep elsewhere, but I needed to keep an eye on her, and so slept in my bed alongside her. I always sleep naked, and insisted she did the same. She didn't argue and I snuggled up to her, my erection clearly digging into her back.

It had been six months since I had shared my bed with anyone. I woke up with a massive morning hard-on. I was seriously horny. Sophia had barely slept all night and had wiggled her pert ass against my cock. I was desperate for relief.

I thought about sneaking off for a quick wank but then thought of Sophia in my arms. I rubbed her nipples gently and as her breathing rate increased, rubbed them harder and harder. I felt her freeze as she regained consciousness from her sleep and realised what I was doing. I rolled her over and looked into her eyes.

There was fear. There was resignation of what was about to happen. She knew I was going to fuck her.  She knew I was going to plunder her pussy.

She tried to keep her legs together, but I prised them open easily and positioned my throbbing cock and the entrance of her lovehole. She begged me to wear a condom but I had none and with one foul angry swoop penetrated her.

She squealed as I did it, and tears started rolling down her face as I thrusted my nasty cock into her hole. This turned me on more than anything – the enemy crying as I raped them. I could barely resist and jettisoned several waves of my cum deep inside her. As I dismounted from her, I barely said a word and then hauled her to her feet, my semen dripping down her thighs.

The waterfall was refreshing but cold. Sophia was not used to cold showers but did not complain to me. I was still a nasty rapist, and she did not say a word to me all through breakfast.My aunt who had heard me having sex with her, complemented me for doing the deed against our enemy and Sophia burst into tears again.

This cycle continued for a week. I would wake up, have sex with Sophia who was putting up increasingly less resistance each day, and then shower. She wouldn't speak to me until lunchtime and then we would talk, and do errands on the farm. She would relax, be happy until the following morning.

My aunt was good friends with the school mistress in the village centre and arranged for her to help look after the kids each day. There are over thirty children of all ages and it is a lot for just one adult.

This started in the second week and I would take her down to the village school after breakfast and rape before helping on the farm.

She was popular with the school kids. She taught the elder ones Latin and the younger ones all sorts of new games. She was certainly more relaxed and I was even tempted to let her walk to and from the village by herself.

The rapes, by know were no longer forced. She was submitting willingly and it just because a feature of her life. She began to orgasm at times as well so I know she was beginning to enjoy them.

After a month or so, I wanted to vary it a bit. Missionary can get a bit dull after a while and tried a 69. Sophia admitted she had never given a blow-job before and thought the idea was disgusting until I pointed out that she couldn't get pregnant from a blow-job and began to do as she was told.

Sophia orgasmed twice from my tongue flicking her clit and pussy although she did spit my cum all over my cock when she finished. I reasoned she needed training, and after coming home from the school had her give blow-jobs to all the farm-hands. She was in tears at the end, but as I told her, it was for her own good.

After a few weeks of 69 or blow-jobs every morning, and plenty of practice in the evenings she got very good at them. Rumours were flying around amongst the teenage boys at the school that she was freely giving out blow-jobs and they started to tease her. Suddenly they saw her not as an unattainable school assistant, but as an achievable sex object.

They started lifting up her skirt when she was helping them and her ass was forever being patted or fondled. She became a little distant and unhappy again when I was dropping her off.  I told her that their behaviour was because they found her attractive and beautiful and she should encourage it.

The school mistress did not want to see her pupils distracted during school and therefore told the five or so teenage boys that if they did well in class, Sophia would strip for them at the end of the week. Sophia was horrified, but I made her practice all week in my aunt's house for all the farm hands so she was good.

Come Friday, Sophia duly did an awesome strip tease for the boys and even gave out a couple of blow-jobs to the boys who did well. She walked back naked, her hand holding mine.

It was about this time that the harvest was ready and I was putting in longer hours at the farm. Sophia was walking home by herself and starting dinner when she did. It took three weeks to get all the harvest in, but I was dismayed to learn that Sophia was cheating on me when I did start paying her more attention.

The school mistress was taking Sophie back to her house while her husband was out on the farm also and they were having lesbian sex. It turns out that Sophia was taught to be a bit of a cunt-licker and was fairly good at it. I decided that I could only let it continue if I could watch sometimes and ended up fucking both of them.

Sophia was still giving out blow-jobs almost every day. She was getting a very good little cocksucker, and I didn't mind in the slightest. Only me was allowed to fuck her, and I was still doing that several times a week. We started screwing in the evening also, and even got a couple of my mates involved to help spit roast her. She was losing her morals and decency. Her family wouldn't recognise her.

I was growing very fond of her. My uncle had not been back in six months and I worried for him. I knew if the army came into the village and found her, I would be slaughtered, and took every day as my last.

Sophia even took my cock up her back passage a few times but I liked to see her enjoy the sex and anal wasn't her thing. Her pussy was so tight it did for me, and when I did feel the urge to go pussy-licking it always made her climax.

By the time August was giving way to September we knew something was wrong. Sophia was sick after morning sex every day for two weeks but then cleared up. As Christmas swept into the village, she was clearly putting on weight. The doctor diagnosed her as pregnant, and there could only be one father.

The entire village looked to congratulate Sophia and me. The priest insisted that we marry prior to the baby's birth, and the rest of the world celebrated Christmas Eve, Sophia and I became legally married. Of course, there was no honeymoon, just wild sex for the night. Sophia did not object to the marriage and even kissed me during the service but I could tell her heart wasn't really in it.

We did start passionately kissing as well as fucking every morning. She might not want me as her husband, but she was happy to have me as her lover for the time being. The cold January air made the waterfall near ice, but it was incredibly refreshing in the morning and there was something very sexy to see a five month pregnant girl skipping naked through the frosty moutain.

The boys at the school were even more horny when Sophia was pregnant, and they kept asking personal questions. In the end, the school mistress stripped Sophia and did a physical lesson explaining all about the female genitals and childbirth.

By the time April came, Sophia was heavily pregnant. She had been with us for nearly a year, and I had basically given up on half the sexual positions. She was just orally satisfying me, save for the odd missionary fuck. Her tits were massive and it was just a waiting game. Waiting for the birth of my baby.

My aunt was very excited about the birth but there was still no word from my uncle. Then a trader came into the village panicking. The town was overrun with the army and they were panning out over the mountain to kill and destroy any remaining terrorists. Sophia and my aunt both looked at me half-worried and half-expectant. I grabbed Eyal and we fled up the mountain river.

I promised Sophia I would be back once the soldiers had gone. She looked scared as we escaped the village. I am not sure she wanted me to go, but I had to. Eyal and I clambered up the mountain and onto the ridge on the other side. Two weeks we waited, feasting off berries and a few scraps we had both taken before venturing out again.

Sophia had gone. The soldiers had liberated her. My pregnant wife taken from me. But it was probably for the best. The resistance was no more.

The village offered me sympathy that my wife and baby had gone, but I knew I would bring them back. Somehow, they would be back.