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Matilda opened her eyes. The now familiar sight of the cave roof, with the shadows of the open fire dancing across it, came into focus.
She had no idea how long she had been there, and only the vaguest notion of how she came to be in the cave to begin with.
For the most part, Matilda had drifted in and out of consciousness, while the male versions of the hairy cave-dwellers, took it in turns to r**e her.
Matilda did not resist any more as resistance was futile. The creatures were far too strong, and there were more of them than she could possibly hope to struggle free from. So instead, she would just lie back and allow them their sport, not bothering to acknowledge their presence, even when there was a change of partner, which occurred several times during each session.
At times, s
