"Don't tempt me. I've already been attacked once on this blasted island and I won't let it happen a second time." He attempted to kick the bottle out of his hand but his drunkenness made him slow and she was able to avoid losing her weapon. She wasn't able to avoid his lunge however. She swung the bottle at him as he came at her but he blocked it with his left hand. Her free hand flew up to meet his chest, attempting to keep him away from her, but he had weight and inertia on his side.

She was forced onto her back with the drunk on top of her pinning her left shoulder to the ground. Her head was almost in the pond now, she could feel the dampness of the ground as it soaked into her hair and the back of her sweater. The bottle wasn't helping her so she abandoned it and pushed at his chest with both hand. She raised one knee and tried to kick him in the groin, screaming the whole while. "Get off of me, you creep!!"

*Edited: I wrote right shoulder before but I realized that was wrong. He pinned her with his right hand so it would be her left shoulder.*

The guy growled, the knee had not hit the mark but came close. "Oh, you bet I'm going to get off on you." His pecker rubbing up against her leg as they struggled. A hand slipping down between her thighs as his fingers unzipped the zipper of her jeans though now only one handed he had been susceptible to her slaps and scratches should they come.

So far he had been lucky that neither had fallen upon him, chalking that up to the fact that both of her hands hand been busy pushing against him in an effort to get him off. She had some success as his body raised off of hers just a little.

The hand pressing her down at the shoulder retracted as he pulled it back to back hand her in an effort to stop her from struggling to much.

"You're only making this harder on yourself."

It was her turn to growl. "You expected me to just lay here and let you have your way with me!?" She didn't slap or claw at him. Instead she twisted her lower body around to the left to prevent him from getting her zipper any further down. She then grabbed his right hand on her left shoulder and bit down on it hard until he let go. Once she did she would continue to roll the rest of the way off so she was laying on her belly underneath him. She then attempted to rise up onto her hands and knees to lift him off of her with her back. "You should have just stayed asleep if you were going to be sleep talking."

((OOC: So maybe I watch too much anime but I've also wanted to say that line.))

"BITCH!" He growled as he pulled his hand back, her teeth had broken the surface causes trickles of blood to roll out of the lacerations. While so distracted she had managed to roll over beneath him though he had not relented in his attack after the initial shock and pain faded.

So distracted had he been that he failed to here a snapping sound as his forearm pressed to the back of her shoulders pressing her against the ground while his other hand groped against her side partly pulling her shir up, alright half way doing so before his hand sank back down to her hip where it had been attempting to wiggle beneath her.

The back of her head was smashed with a head butt when he ran into further difficulties using that moment to squirm beneath her further in an effort to unbuckle her jeans to hoist them down. His erect member pressing against the seat of her pants as he growled into her ear.

"You did it now, now you're going to pay!"

She screamed when he pushed her back to the ground. Her heart was racing and the fear was starting to catch up with her. This was really happening to her again. She felt a breeze on her back as he began to lift up her shirt and his other hand wriggled beneath her to get at her zipper again. She shifted and tried to pin his hand between her hip and the ground.

She could feel the man's hard prick pressing again the back of her jeans and had an overwhelming desire to cry. She really didn't want to be raped again. She swallowed hard and fought back the tears that were welling in her eyes. She had to escape. She had to think of something. "My friend knows I'm out here! She went to get help and she'll be back any minute." It was a weak lie she knew but she hoped it would give her some time.

Her efforts in trapping his hand beneath her had failed as he had been able to wrench it free from beneath her as he undid the button on her jeans. His lower body lifted up just enough so that his hand had jerked down her jeans.

"Oh," he fingered the hem of her panties, "I'll add these to the collection ..."

Again he yanked an article of clothing down, this time her panties though he halted when they were beneath her rump. The head of his cock pressing against her rear had already been leaking with pre-cum as he throbbed against her.

"That's alright. We'll be finished before we have any interuptions."

His cock slid against her rear, angling against her struggling body to the crack of her ass then began to trickle down her body halting against her ass. She would feel the tip of his cock begin to exert pressure against her though it retracted quite suddenly as his body crumpled down on top of her prone form.

He was no longer holding her down either. A river of blood gushed out from the back of his head where he had been hit by the hooves of a horse. The chestnut brown steed stood behind him, a thick broken branch tied to his reigns remained dangling as it gazed down at Nell.

Nell lost her last bit of courage as the man cruelly yanked down her jeans and panties. She buried her face in her hands and let out a soft sob. She tensed as she felt his hand member poking against her rear. Suddenly she was afraid he'd wasn't aiming for her vagina but somewhere else. "Please Don't!!!"

Suddenly there was a flurry of movement behind her. She heard the sound of hooves beating the ground. Something knocked the man off of her back and she could breath again. Nell blinked and slowly began to roll back over to see what had happened. The would be rapist lying bleeding on the ground beside her and the beautiful steed that had brought her here was towering heroicly over her. Nell let out a cry of relief and reached up to hug the horse muzzle. "Oh, thank you so much." Tears of joy rolled down her face while she knelt there half-dressed in the mud embracing her savior.

The horse snorted, jerking it's head out of her embrace as it glanced at the downed man. He was either dead or unconscious from the blow that had landed upon him though either would be revealed if she glanced closer at the guy and inspected him.

But the horse had not moved as it swung it's gaze back in her direction. It watched her, of course this had all been part of an illusion that Aegir had been manifesting. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately as the case may be, he had not been as forceful as other entities.

It all depended on the opportunity, he supposed, and of course what he had in mind as far as his own amusements went. He had things in store of course rather than a simple snatch and grab that he had found most boring at the best of times since there had been no orginiality to it at all and was rather boring and uncerative.

But he was able to manipulate the illusions based on her reactions and thoughts though she had. The next moe of course, had been her's to make ...

Nell's eyes followed the horse's as he looked at the wounded man on the ground. The girl shivered and proceeded to stand up and fix her clothes. She looked at the professor's body again uncertainly. She didn't know exactly how she should feel at this point. She was happy that she had avoided being raped but now a teacher might be dead. Did she even dare to check if the man was still breathing? What would she do if he was? She wrapped her arms around her body. Her cheeks were strained with tears and her sweater was soaked through with mud. Did she really care what happened to her attacker? Could she left him here dead or dying?

She shook her head. She had to do something. Check on him at the very least. She looked meaningfully at the horse. Hoping it could understand her as she said, "If he attacks me again, you'll stop him, right?" She didn't wait to see if the horse would respond. She just edged closer to the body. "I have to at least see if he's alive. I can think of what to do after that." She leaned down, careful not to get closer than was necessary to see in the man was still breathing.

The horse snorted after her words as if comprehending what she said. Of course it couldn't understand, right? The stallion remained stationary more or less as it nibbled on some of the grasses at it's feet.

She checked the professor and found that he was still breathing albeit shallowly. Blood matted his brown hair causing it to stick to his skull and there had been a large purplish bruise at the point that the horse had brought one of it's hooves upon his head.

Near that spot was a laceration that was bleeding fairly bad though head wounds, even superfical ones, tended to bleed a lot.

He seemed lucky to be alive and was likely to have taken a concussion. Well, that much was a given since he was unconscious and being knocked out was a concussion. She was unable to tell with any real clarity how bad he was without any nursing degrees under her belt. It looked worse then it was of course given the amount of blood bathing his skull and he would definatly need stitches to close up the laceration.

Other that breathing though he made no movement.

Nell was surprised to find herself relieved that the man was not dead. Even though it wasn't her fault she would have felt guilty if he had died. Still, him being alive did complicate things. It was clear that he needed medical treatment. Treatment that she couldn't provide. She needed to get help but... She looked around the glade uncertainly. Would she be able to find this place again? Surely the horse found it once and it could bring her back. But she wasn't sure if it was a good idea to leave the man here and moving him could be dangerous. "Damn, I should have brought my cell phone." She paused and stared down at the professor's body thoughtful. "I wonder if he has one..."

She knelt down beside the body and patted her hands down the sides of his jeans to feel it there was anything in his pockets. She was careful to avoid touching his till exposed penis. She hoped he wouldn't wake up while she was doing this. If she found anything that felt like it might possibly be a phone she would dig into his pocket and fish it out to call for help. She truly hoped he had one.

A wallet, a ring of keys, ah yes, a cell. He had one and while he groaned a few times he did not stir. The phone she would find, had no service out her and had been worthless. Though as she rummaged through the pockets of the professor the steed wandered closer to the pond where it had drank some of the water therein.

It seemed calm about the situation and what it did. Though it pretty much ignored the whole situation since it did not seem to care about what it had done.

"Oh blast!" She swore when she found the cellphone had no signal. "Just my luck." She stood up with a sigh and looked around for the horse. He was by the pond now. She went over to join him. Stroking his flank as she neared. "Well, it looks like we are just going to have to take our chances. I don't like leaving him here like this but I can't move him and I can't call for help in a location as remote as this. We are just going to have to go back to where the other horses are. Stephanie should have gotten back there with help by now. Are you up for another ride, pal?"

She reached down to fetch his reins which had trailed down into the water. The water was chilly but she didn't mind. The branch she'd tied the horse to was still tangled in the reins and was weighing them down in the murky shallows of the water. She'd have to untangle it once she got it out of the water.

She had gone to untangle the broken branch from the reins though the steed had not made any sort of acknowledgement of her words clearly not understanding her as she hoisted herself up into the saddle.

At first everything had seemed ordinary enough as she spurred the horse into action causing it to wheel about and head towards the area where she had found it. It headed back there though before it had arrived there it broke off galloping to the left along a path in the woods though even with her prompting he had not turned around.

He did stop though after a minute or so, walking off the dirt path into the woods towards a large mound. It seemed to be surefooted as it moved onward, then stopped. A cave mouth on the mound could be seen and it was there that the horse was now walking towards.

Nell swore under her breath as the suddenly changed direction and started galloping off wildly in the wrong direction. "No, not this way." She turned to steer the horse around but it wouldn't budge. She tried to halt it but still she was ignored. She gave up and threw her arms around the horse's neck, flattening herself to its body to avoid being thrown off. She had been of an out of control horse before but she had always had been able to stop it at least. She closed her eyes and prayed that the horse didn't run them into a busy street or a deep body of water.

She didn't open her eyes again until the horse slowed. It was walking her towards a foreboding looking cave. Nell did not want to be riding a unstable horse into a dark, unknown cave so she quickly took hold of the reins again and tried one last time to stop it. "Alright, easy now." She spoke calmly as she eased back on the reins and patted the animal's side reassuringly. "We're here now. Wherever here is... It's okay now, boy. You can stop." Regardless of whether the animal actually stopped or not, the girl would begin to shift her weight as if to slide of the saddle. She wanted to get off before the horse decided to start galloping again.