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Range War in the Old West  (M+F)
 
    The late 1800's were a troubled  times in the Old West.  The disputes 
over homesteading and  sheep  farming and cattle ranching caused much 
animosity among the various  factions.  In the northeast part of Wyoming a town 
called Sweet  Pasture had that problem.  The open grasslands were perfect for 
the  feeding of the various herds of cattle.  The animals ranging far afield  
till it is time for the yearly round up.  However, a new breed of animal,  
the sheep were finding that the grasslands were perfect for them to  fodder. 
 The sheep farmers tending to put up fences around their pastures  to keep 
the sheep in and the cattle out.  Barbed wire becoming one of the  fencing 
methods that would entangle a wandering steer and ensnared them.   The fact 
that the free roaming sheep ate the grass close to the ground had the  
ranchers, thinking that they were ruining the grasslands for the  future. 
    Conflicts between one faction  and the other over the death of one of 
their animals fueled the heated  dispute.  Rumors of men being brought in by 
the ranchers to encourage the  sheep farmers to move on to other pastures 
persisted.  The "Regulators" as  they were called were not hired as peace 
officers; but as men who had varied  reputations as "hard cases".   Reputed 
killers, robbers, rustlers and  such.  Their ruthlessness sought after.
    The folks caught in between this  "war" are the town's people and those 
having property outside of town.  Law  enforcement reluctant to become 
involved at this time.  The sheep farmers  and crop farmers adding to the 
stability of the fledging and impeding status of  statehood. 
    My thoughts on this problem  seeking fairness to those trying to get 
started in a new life here in  Wyoming.  I having sold parcels of land from 
the inheritance from my father  upon his death.  My sister having taken one 
look at the area and the rustic  living and returning back to Connecticut 
leaving me to either settle here or to  sell and return to my New England home.  
Well it has been over a year and a  half of becoming acclimated to this 
land, and the beauty of it and the distance  mountains, keeping me here.  I had 
sold much of the open range land to  other ranchers and to farmers and 
sheep herders.  Not wanting to play  favorites, so divesting it with the land 
near the town for the farmers, the  future open areas being sold to the 
cattlemen.
    Unfortunately, it seems that  being neutral or fair wasn't working.  
The ranchers, some of them anyway,  saw me as a friend of the sheep herders.  
And not too keen on me selling  land to the crop farmers either.  The farm I 
kept fro myself, had land for  my own consumption of vegetables and a 
lumber mill and grain mill.  The  monies from the sale of the land being quite 
substantial to supplement my  lifestyle and my sister's.
    A had some more parcels surveyed  and ready to be sold to immigrants 
migrating to this beauty country.  As a  single woman living here, I had 
become a bit of an active person in the town and  county politics.  Not something 
appreciated by the male dominant society of  this time.
    Spinster at my age of 42.   Respected by the most of the locals in 
town; but not popular with the  ranchers.  Not dressing like a staid New England 
spinster.  Adapting  to the loose calico and gingham dresses of this area.  
My form not striking  in any way, other then beingtall for a woman.  Small  
busted and wide hips, long legs.  Plain face with unfortunately a need for  
glasses or spectacles. 
    Having learned how to saddle a  horse and ride one with a split skirt.  
Having to at least fire a pistol  and rifle, if not able to hit my mark 
easily.  And quite apt at harnessing  and driving a buggy or buckboard.  All 
necessary skills  here in  the West.  Adapting quite well to my new home.
    A few suitors; but more I think  for what I possess monetarily, then 
for what I posses physically.  Heaven  forbid if I let on the amount of 
knowledge and schooling I learned back  East.
    Most likely an easy living if  not for my largesse with the newcomers 
to the area, most particularly the sheep  herders.  As I said, the town 
mostly neutral in the dissension, but always  a few that are "do gooders".  
Looking at myself and wondering why I have  been one of those.
    The distant mountains, almost a  purple hue with the lowering sun and 
impending evening.  The cool breeze  blowing down from the slopes to take 
away the heat of the day.  Thinking  how lovely life can be when away from the 
"hubbub" of the East and the  cities.  So much more simpler here, so much 
more basic.
    Throwing a shawl around my  shoulders to contain the chill of the 
evening as I stand gazing wistfully at the  distant vistas.  The East may be not 
as spacious, but the falls are warmer  and more welcoming.  The sound of the 
wind, gusting across the lowlands a  prelude to the coming cold of the 
winter.  Shivering as I think on the past  winter and the almost constant chill 
when not in a well insulated  home.  Feeling my nipples perking as I stand 
on the veranda of the well  built log house.  A reminder of what I have not 
found here.  Someone  to hold me tight against them, to feel their protective 
shield as the elements  do their best to sap the strength of the weary of 
spirit. 
    Another shiver and walking back  inside my home.  The welcoming fire, 
bright and cheery and warm.   Sitting in a wooden rocker and lifting the 
snifter of brandy that I poured,  and sipping it slowly as I watch the glowing 
embers.  Looking down at the  long non-descript shape of my white nightgown.  
Not a very sexy look.   Wondering that I can even think the word sexy and 
not blush.  To many  nights reading a trashy novel that would shock the 
upright Christians of my  former home.  To many nights, my fingers straying under 
my nightgown, as I  think on my ideal man, lover.  To many nights, not 
wearing anything under  my covers.  Still flushing at what my mother, my family, 
my neighbors, my  fellow communicants would say to know how loose my moral 
standards  are.
    Sipping as I think on how lucky  I am to be independent of men and 
society, able to do some of the things that  are so scandalous in my former 
home.  How far I have come, too bad that  women don't have more rights to change 
things and become the equals of  men.  The hard little cock that a woman 
causes a man to have, the reason  that he is so superior.  My hand finding my 
lap, and fingers pressing  between my spreading legs.  Eyes closing as I 
lean back in my rocker, and  feel my fingers pressing harder, finding the spot, 
rubbing the itchy spot of  tissue.  Feeling my body shaking as I feel that 
small "orgasm".   Giggling as my eyes open, thinking of what response I 
would get if I  asked,  "have you ever had an orgasm?"  Knowing that from many 
of my  past friends and acquaintances I would either get a blank stare, or a 
blush of  red in their cheeks, as they cover their face with a fan or 
handkerchief.   Feeling my inner thighs sticky as I squeeze them together, on the 
swollen lips  of my cunny.  Taking a deep breath and slowing my breathing as 
I collect  myself, my own cheeks hot and flushed with my intentional 
touching of my lower  body.  What a harlot I must be to desire to feel like this, 
not being a  woman who must endure the demands of her husband.
    Finally emptying the brandy with  an uplift of my head to savor the 
sweet bite of the devil alcohol.   Wondering if my wicked ways will send me to 
hell.  Giggling once  again and leaving the glass on the liquor cabinet for 
Megan to clean  up in the morning.  Checking the thick door of the house and 
securing the  heavy bolts and then climbing fuzzily to my upstairs bedroom. 
 Throwing  back the goose down comforter and quilt and climbing unladylike 
into  the luxurious bed.  At first tucking the nightgown down around my body 
 and then finally drawing it over my head and throwing it on the foot of 
the  bed.  Feeling the cool muslin sheets against my bare flesh, and the 
warmth  of the brandy on my insides.  Letting my fingers once again tease the  
swollen flesh between my legs.  Working my finger between and over my cunny  
lips and button.  My other hand teasing the small breasts; but long  thick 
nipples.  Eyes closing an imagining my faceless lover.   Riding my fingers to 
another satisfying orgasm.    Pulling the  fragrant fingers from between my 
sticky legs and bringing them to my nose,  sniffing delicately and then 
licking the juices from inside my  body. 
A deep sleep bringing me wonderfully erotic dreams, only  to be waken with 
the sun pouring in my eyes, from the clanging of a water  pitcher on my 
nightstand.  Looking groggily up as I lift my head, seeing  Megan and the 
disapproval on her face as she pointedly lifts my nightgown from  the foot of it.  
"Will you be needing this Miss Rust, or will you be  cavorting naked to 
your breakfast?"  Her Catholic Irish mores making me  blush as I hold the 
covers to my chest. 
    "Please leave  it, I will be  down shortly."  Blushing again as I feel 
like a naughty child for sleeping  naked in my bed in my house alone.  
Waiting for her to close the door, then  reaching for the nightgown, wondering if 
it has my scent from my late evening  dalliance with my fingers.
Sliding it over my head and arms, feeling the warm  flannel against my skin 
and then wrapping a robe over my   nightgown.
    The smell of the morning coffee  catching my nose as I pad down the 
stairs to have breakfast.  Megan serving  bacon and eggs and fresh made bread.  
The girl a newcomer to these parts  and even though I can do my own cooking 
and housework, her help gives me the  freedom to over see the business 
interests and the farm.  The other option  for Megan and not a pleasant one is 
to find employment at one of the town  saloons and there upstairs 
whorehouses.for
    "I have to go to town today and  will not be here for lunch or supper.  
Take the afternoon off and I will  see you in the morning.  Thank you 
Megan."
    Looking into my closet to see  what might be comfortable for the drive 
to town.  Pulling out a periwinkle  colored calico dress.  Holding it in 
front of me as I look in the  mirror.  A back button bodice, gathered waist and 
two brown ruffles gracing  the bottom of the skirt.  White lace trimming 
the collar and sleeves.   It will be cool and loose and perfect since I will 
be driving myself into  town.  Pulling out unmentionables for underneath.  A 
white chemise  with a tad of lace and button front and knickers with a 
button in  front and tie with a ribbon.  The legs gathered just below the  knees. 
 Then a half petticoat, to flounce out the bottom of my dress, and  also 
showing a little lace below my dress.  Brown high button shoes.   and a black 
riding hat with feathers and  lace.
    Stripping  down to my bare flesh and sponge bathing and pulling my hair 
into a french  braid.  Wishing I had Megan do my hair; but knowing it is 
sort of  acceptable as I look at in the mirror.  Looking at my naked body.  
The  small breasts, the smooth lines of my stomach, still mostly flat at my  
age.  The long toned legs.  The pouty lips of my womanhood and the  curls of 
my pubic hair partially hiding my slit.  Powdering my body, hoping  it will 
help to keep me dry from the warmth of the sunny  day.
    Dressing slowly enjoying the look  of my clothes as I pull on my 
knickers, and then chemise, stepping into the half  petticoat, adjusting the 
length and then tying it in front.  Then stepping  into my dress, arms sliding 
into the sleeves and checking the length of my  petticoat again.  Then 
reaching behind me and buttoning up the  bodice.  Sitting down and sliding on my 
white socks and then buttoning the  high button shoes.  The slight heel giving 
me more height. as I stand to  look at myself.  Deciding to leave off my 
hat.
    Walking down to the stable and  finding my buckboard ready to go.  
Taking a hand up from up as I gather my  skirts and sit down on the lightly 
padded seat.  "Thank you John" waving to  my hostler as I take reins in and hand 
and release the wooden brake.  A  light slap of the reins on the horse's 
back and the small buckboard jolts  forward and then the iron capped wheels 
rumble on the pitted road to town.   Taking a bonnet and tying it on my head 
to protect my head from the sun and dust  of the dry roadbed.  A small pair 
of leather gloves on my hands.   Bracing my feet on the buckboard and 
enjoying the simple pleasure of driving the  small wagon.  Something that I would 
have not believed I could have done  two years previous.
    The ride uneventful and not  needing to use the buggy whip to get the 
horse moving, the road passed by  quickly as the sun rose on the horizon, the 
air warming rapidly.   Feeling  some perspiration forming on my brow, 
wiping it with a clean rag I  carried for just that purpose, not wanting to soil 
my handkerchief.  Not  passing anyone leaving town, as I finally pull up to 
the livery stable and  stepping down onto a wheel spoke and then to the 
ground.  Always feeling so  unladylike as I bottom is extended as I climb down.
    Undoing my bonnet and placing it  in the boot of the wagon, grabbing my 
hand bag and waving at a boy to take care  of my horse and wagon.  Then 
walking to the bank to meet and finalize a  sale of a plot of land.  Nodding 
pleasantly to the local town folks and  getting a hard stares from a couple of 
cow hands standing in front of one of the  saloons.  Ignoring them as I 
walk purposely my heels striking loudly on the  wooden boardwalk.
    Brushing back a wisp of damp hair,  and tucking it in.  Feeling a bit 
of dampness in my armpits from the warmth  of the day.  The bell over the 
door tinkling to announce the entrance of a  customer.  Walking directly to the 
Bank Manager's Office, knocking and  receiving a greeting to come in.  The 
Bank Manager looking pompous in last  year's new suit.  Nodding to him and 
my lawyer and to the two sheep herders  jointly buying my land. 
    The transaction quickly resolved,  another piece of property going to 
the sheep farmers.  The men with  families and children, wanting a place to 
settle down.   Sweet Pasture  is a good place to put down roots and start 
over.  "I will stop by to see  you later, the land is yours, I hope you enjoy 
it."
    Sweeping out of the bank and walking to the mercantile  store to see 
what needs items might be available for my perusal and maybe  purchase.  
Talking a little local gossip with Millie part owner and looking  over the recent 
issue of the Sears Catalog with her.....ohing and ahing at the  dresses and 
other clothing advertised.  The novelty of the catalog catching  on in 
those more remote locations with no large stores.  Ordering some  dresses and 
skirts and blouses and "unmentionables."  Buying some dry goods  and having it 
send to the livery to be loaded on my buckboard.  Millie and  I strolling 
over to to catch lunch and talk more about the  gossip. 
    The information that more Regulators or that sort of men  have showed 
up dismaying me as I think on the two men who just bought my  land.  Tucking 
that information in my mind to tell them later when I visit  them and their 
families.  Smiling as I think on the candies I have for the  kids and the 
flour and salt  and coffee I have for the two  families. 
    The best welcoming that they will get from this town,  where the locals 
go out of their way to not antagonize the ranchers.   Finally with a visit 
to the store again with Millie, looking at the girls  lounging in front of 
the saloon, trying not to judge them; but my New England  upbringing clouding 
my thoughts.  Smiling to the young and not so young  women, there rough 
banter ending as we pass by.  Millie nose in the air,  not even acknowledging 
their presence accept for a righteous sniff.  A  little more small talk and a 
visit to the outhouse and I am ready to visit my  new neighbors.,
    Checking my purchase and putting the candy under my seat  to try to 
keep it cool, then stepping onto a wheel spoke, then the top of the  wheel and 
seating myself, gathering my skirts to give me freedom of  movement.  
Thinking how I wore a bustle dress and some more unforgiving  skirts and dressed 
when I first came here.  Comfort might not be beautiful;  but what need did I 
need for a tailored outfit here.  Releasing the brake  and a soft slap of 
my wrists to gets the horse's attention and then off we go  through the 
center of town, waving to Millie and then one to the ladies standing  in front of 
the saloon.  Looking at those same cowboys that were loitering  when I came 
into town.  Seeing one spit in the general direction of my  buckboard as I 
pass them.  "Love your manners."  Not able to resist a  retort in response. 
    The main road dustier then earlier when the morning dew  was still on 
the ground.  Reaching for my bonnet and sliding it over my  hair.  Not sure 
what good it would do; but at least maybe cut down on some  of the heat and 
dust.  Following the road for a couple of miles, then  taking a turn off just 
past the turnoff for my ranch/farm/home  call it  what you want.  A few 
riders and wagons passing on the way and nodding them  a good afternoon.
    Feeling sweat forming under my dress as the hot sun warm  my flesh.  
Thinking I should have a parasol or a top for my  buckboard.  Wondering how 
much and who could do that for me.  Looking  down and seeing the dark wetness 
at the armpits of my dress.  Well I guess  I won't look like a great lady to 
the wives.  Hearing the gallop of horses  as I sip on the move from my 
canteen.  The water tepid at best, but at  least wet.  Turning to see a dust 
cloud coming down this narrow path.   Multiple riders.  Urging my wagon a 
little faster, knowing that this bodes  not well for the new land owners. 
    The horsemen quickly overtaking my single horse  buckboard.  Turning 
and seeing them, looking to be five men, splitting  behind me and riding 
around both sides.  Then one man leaning in and  grabbing the reins of my wagon.  
Pulling it to a slow stop.  Looking  around at the five men, wondering what 
they want other then to be nasty.   Putting on a somber face and waiting as 
I look at the man holding the  reins.  "Let my horse go, please.?  Waiting 
as I hear the harsh  laughter of the men, first one and then the other.
    "Oh, we will let him go lady; but first we want to talk  with you.  
Actually want to tell you something."  His laugh showing  the blackened gums 
and teeth in his mouth.  His face a tangled beard of  discolored hair.  Most 
likely from chawing tobacco.  His clothing  typical, the one thing that all 
the men have in common, their dirty, smelly  clothing.  Most likely the smell 
from their bodies as  well.
    "So tell me and let me get on my way."  A bite   of annoyance now in my 
tone.  Not wanting to be conciliatory with these  men. " Well it is going 
to take a little time.  And you need to  understand real well what we are 
telling you."  Seeing his eyes holding  mine for a second and then drifting 
down to unabasedly appraise my body.   You don't got no man do you lady?  I can 
see why, cause you got no tits  either."  The other men laughing as the man 
sits back and spits a chaw of  tobacco juice to hit the hem of my skirt.  
Feeling my face flushing, at the  loud laughter.  "I said let me be on my 
way, stand aside."  My voice  raising with a tremble of panic in it as I sit 
surrounded by what I suspect are  a group of Regulators.  Who do you work for?"
    "None of your fucking buisness lady.  You just need  to listen up real 
good and remember what we say."  The man reins still in  hand, riding up 
next to the seat of the buckboard.  Another glob of filthy  tobacco juices 
staining the hem of my skirt.
    Reaching for the reins and jerking them from his hands  with a sudden 
movement and slapping them on the horse.  The wagon jerking  with the sudden 
start.  Reaching for my buggy whip to spur the horse  on.  Feeling the man 
jerking the reins again from my hands and pulling on  them to stop the wagon 
once again.  Reacting with a smart slap of the whip,  catching him against 
the side of his face.  "Fucking bitch."  His hand  now reaching for the reins 
as I feel the wagon move as  a man jumps onto  the back.  His hand wrapping 
around me from behind pining my arms as I try  to strike again with the 
whip.  HIs fingers squeezing over mine and prying  the whip from my hand.
    The smell of him behind me overpowering with the stench of  dirt and 
sweat.  Feeling his arms like iron coils around my chest, holding  me to him.  
Trying to free my legs to kick at the man on the horse as he  lean over and 
grabs the buggy whip.  One hand still rubbing his face where  I struck.  
"Now you shouldn't have done that you stupid cunt."   Feeling myself flushing 
as I hear the word that he used.  My head snapping  back trying to hit the 
man behind me in the face. 
    Feeling one hand releasing my  chest and pulling hard on the end of my 
braid.  My head snapping back hard,  his hold arching my body forward like a 
bow.  His one hand still holding  onto  my chest, a tight band with his 
hand cupping my small breast.   His fingers digging into the soft flesh.  "You 
like that lady?"   His rough grip mauling my breast and nipple." 
    "Get her down from there. I owe this bitch something, more  then the 
talk I was going to give her."  The man behind me wrestling me to  the side of 
the buck board, where other hands grabbed my kicking legs, and threw  me to 
the roadside.  Breathing hard as I look up at the men gathered around  me 
now.  The leader still holding his face as he swings down from his  horse.  
His fouled boots prodding my ribs, "get up you cunt."  Forcing  my self up 
slowing holding my side; but not giving him the benefit of a scream  or moan.  
My bonnet laying on my back as I face this man.  Not  expecting the quick 
movement of his arm and the sting of the whip lash across my  face.  
Screaming with the pain, as my hand reaches up to my face.   Feeling the welt 
already forming on my soft cheek.
    "Hold her for me."  My arms being held from behind as  he whips another 
lash across my cheek.  Then another.  The hot wet  tears pours down my face 
over the ripped skin of my cheek.  My screams loud  as I try to pull free 
of the man behind me.  "you won't be very pretty for  awhile lady."  His 
fingers touching the welts, rubbing the grime from his  hand into torn flesh.
    "Well it is time for your lesson cunt."  Stilling  kicking as my arms 
are jerked up and bending me down, forcing me to the back of  the wagon.  
"Shut that bitch up."  One of the other men climbing down  from his horse and 
taking my bonnet and shoving it into my mouth and tying it  around my head.  
Moaning and groaning as I am lead to the back of the  wagon.  "Tie her to 
the bolts."  Feeling lengths of rawhide being  wrapped around my wrists and 
then the wrists tied to the eyebolts.  My arms  pulled a little upward and to 
the sides.  Still trying to kick backwards at  the man behind me.  Feeling 
sweat forming on my body as I struggle to free  my arms.  "Get her ankles and 
tie them to the back wheels.  One solid  connection with my foot and my 
ankles now secured apart and not able to kick  backwards,
   "Slim, get up the road and check that  no one is behind us."  Feeling 
the man stepping up behind me, his fetid  breath washing over my left air.  
Gagging into my bonnet as I feel his  rough beard and lips kissing my neck.  
His hands moving around to grasp my  small breasts, kneading them with 
pinches and tugs on my semi hard  nipples.  "You like that girly?  Oh you will 
indeed."  Then  feeling his fingers release my breasts and move to the back of 
my neck.   With a savage tug of his hands, pulling the buttons free, ripping 
the back to  both sides, exposing my chemise.  Trying no to thing as I feel 
the bare  skin of my shoulders and upper back being exposed.  Then feeling 
him  pulling on the chemise which failed to yield to his strong hands.  The  
ripping of my chemise as a knife nicked my back and started the material to 
 part.  His hand pulling it savagely, till it is in two parts in the  back. 
 Then feeling the knife cutting the sleeves of my dress and chemise  from 
my arms.  My dress top falling to hang in front of me from my  waist.  The 
chemise falling to the ground,
    Feeling my face blushing  from and hot from the welts on my cheek and 
now my exposure, if only my  back.  Feeling the warm breeze on my skin.  My 
top of my half  petticoat showing at the small of my back, my dress skirt 
riding a little lower,  still supported by my hips.  "Such lovely white skin 
boys, will be a shame  to heat it UPPPPPPP."  The last word announcing the 
striking of the buggy  whip across my back.  My body jerking forward as the 
intense and unexpected  pain crosses my back.  Groaning into the gag around my 
mouth.  Eyes  wide as the tears start to flow again.  Then a quick 
succession of blows  from the whip, kriss crossing my back and overlapping.  Then 
feeling him  reversing his arms and the weaker blows from the other side.  Each 
blow now  expected; but still ripping at the soft flesh of my body.  Welts 
rising and  red lines covering my back now.  The pain intense as I wriggle 
helplessly  again my bonds.
    Seeing from the corner of  my eye a man standing to the side, looking 
at my exposed breasts, and then  turning to see the other two watching from 
the other side.  My legs  trembling with the pain and strain.  Feeling a warm 
wetness against my  thighs as I loose my bladder control and pee myself.  
The scent strong and  not unnoticed.  "You made her pee herself."
    Hearing loud breathing  behind me as the bearded man rests his arms for 
a moment.  Opening my eyes  wide as I feel the rough calloused hands 
groping my naked breasts.  The  fingers pinchng and tweaking the sensitive tips of 
my long thick nipples.   "She sure has big fucking nipples for such little 
titties."  Closing my  eyes again, the warm tears clouding the half slits as 
I feel the men smacking  the small breasts and pulling on them.
    Then feeling a tightness  as my petticoat waist is pulled taut.  The 
ribbon and waistband cut, and  the man again using his strong  hand to pull my 
petticoat and skirt  apart.  Using the knife blade to facilitate and 
feeling my skirt and  petticoat, puddling on the ground with my chemise.
    Standing partially bent  over, my knickers my only clothing, tight 
against the cheeks of my   ass.  The men releasing my breasts to take a look at 
me from behind.   Hearing their catcalls and hoots.  "What a nice wide 
fucking ass, better  then her tiny titties."  "Let see more."  Feeling the knife 
quivering  alongside of me as the man throws it against the back of the 
wagon.  "Go  ahead, cut those ugly fucking bloomers off of her."  A hand 
grabbing the  knife and pulling the knickers tight, slitting them down one side and 
then the  other.  Then man holding up my ruined unmentionables.  "Anyone 
want to  sniff her pissy bloomers?"
    Standing exposed, my legs  spread wide, the men quiet as they look.  
Eyes squeezed tight as I wait for  their comments.  Instead feeling the quick 
striking of the buggy whip on my  ass and lower back.  My body jerking again 
as the welt forms on my lower  body now.  Whether from a tired arm or 
intentionally, the end of the whip  catching my breasts and nipples and my vagina 
opening and lower lips.  My  body jerking with each misplaced blow.  And 
then with the regularity of the  strikes, knowing they are not misplaced 
anymore.  My whole body a quilt  work of pain and itching welts.  My skin ablaze 
with the hot burning of the  lashes.  Finally laying limply against the back 
of the wagon as he  continues, or someone does, renewed strength blows on 
my raw sensitive  flesh.
    Feeling the water against  my face as some is splashed onto it.  
Reviving, not remembering  fainting.  "Yeah, lady, now you will know not to strike 
me with a whip  again." His breath warm in my ear as he holds my head 
pulled back by my  braid.  "Now we can have that little conversation I mentioned  
earlier.  Eyes wide as I feel my scalp pulled tight by the grip on my  
hair.  His face leaning over mine, and looking at me.  Then his lips  pressing 
against my gag.  One hand pulling it away and his lips again  touching mine.  
The rot of his  obvious to my lips as her pushes his  lips and tongue into 
my mouth.  Gagging as I feel his tongue and broken  teeth.  The fetid smell 
of his breath, making my stomach roil,  gagging.
    "You don't have enough  meat on your body for me sis; but I bet you 
have a juicy cunt."  His one  hand moving to my crotch, the thick fingers 
pawing at my lips and then forcing  into my opening.  Grunting with surprise and 
then groaning as they dryly  work deep into me.  "We going to have some fun 
honey and teach you that  lesson, then we will explain what you need to 
know."
    His fingers fucking into  my cunny, as his mouth continues to kiss and 
slobber over and in mine.   Feeling fingers on my breasts, knowing others 
must be grabbing me  also.
    The fingers pulled from my  cunny and the man releasing my mouth, as he 
moves behind me.  Then feeling  his hard penis against my ass cheeks.  
Leaning weakly again the back of the  buckboard as I feel his fingers reaching 
under and between my legs.   Centering the swollen cock head at my swollen 
and bruised lips.  Then  grunting into the gag as I feel him lean into me, 
shoving the cock painfully  deep in my vagina.  Taking deep breaths as he holds 
it deep and then  feeling it expanding inside of me.  Then the shaft 
pulling back till just  the thick mushroom head is imbedded in my entrance.  His 
hands moving  around to run as my pubic folds and massage one sore and raw 
nipple.   Moaning into the gag, as I feel his fingers on my nipple pleasing 
me, extra  sensitive flesh sending messages to my core.  Feeling his next cock 
stroke  sliding in more easily, and back and then again.  My walls 
lubrication his  cock as it pushes deep into my vagina.  My head lowered as I close 
my eyes,  trying to will myself not to welcome his cock.  My face burning 
with the  humilation as I hear him laughing behind me.  Knowing that I am wet 
with my  juices, now making it easier for his cock to fuck my  cunny.
    The buck board rocking as I open my eyes, seeing one of  the men 
climbing into the back of it.  His cock already hanging out of his  pants. as he 
pulls at my sopping bonnet.  Taking a gasp of air and feeling  the cockhead 
already being pushed against my lips.  The man's fingers  squeezing my nose 
shut.  My mouth opening as I gasp for a breath of air,  feeling his cock 
pushing quickly into my mouth.  Stretching my lips, as he  kneels in the back of 
the wagon and rocks forward and back, his stroke matching  the one of the 
man taking me from behind.  My mouth filling with saliva and  drooling out 
the sides as he face fucks me.  The taste of his hard cock  piss and sweat and 
who knows what else.  His fingers releasing my nose as  long as I let him 
fuck my mouth.
    The man behind slapping my ass cheeks hard with his  crotch, his pubic 
hair scratching, irritating my bruised and welts covered  flesh.  The 
sucking of my lips, upper and lower causing wet sounds as the  men use my mouth 
and cunny for their needs.  Trying to not respond, but  catching my cunt walls 
squeezing on the cock as it slides easily in and  out.  Grunting and 
groaning as my aching body is pushed and pulled with a  seesaw action.  Feeling 
the man in my mouth holding my head and pushing it  onto his cock.  Face 
fucking me as I gurgle over and around his swollen  organ.  Hearing the other men 
urging the two on, wanting to get their  chances.  Hearing a loud grunt and 
feeling my body slammed breasts first  into the wagon.  The man holding 
himself tight to me, his grubby fingers  rubbing my clit raw with his rough 
finger pad and broken nail.  My legs  straining as I know he is emptying his 
scum into my body.  Holding himself  close and spewing his seed against the 
walls of my cunt.  Feeling him pull  out and wipe his cock on my ass cheeks. 
    The next man already taking his place and shoving his cock  into my 
slick hole.  His jerks quick pumps as he moves in and out quickly,  his cock 
seeding me again as he cums quickly.  "Get your jack  rabbit ass out there and 
get Slim back here for his turn."  The who man in  my mouth shooting a 
thick wad of creamy cum into my throat, gagging at the  choking scad of scum.  
Eyes watering as he holds my nose shut again,  forcing me to swallow his 
spurts of seed.  No sooner is he done then he is  sent to relieve the man 
watching the sheep herders and their families.   "Hurry your ass, we got other 
things to do."
    The fourth man wiping his cock against my thighs and  sloppy cum 
dripping labia.  Lubing it with seed and my juices and shoves  his cock in between 
my legs.  Feeling another cock spreading my lips and  burying into my 
tunnel.  Groaning and moaning loudly as each of his strokes  is a measured one, 
his cock pumping in and out and in and out of my bruised  opening.  Long and 
leisurely the man pumping away for very long  minutes.  As if waiting for 
his replacement.
    Hearing a horse approaching and a cloud of dust coating my  naked body, 
as Slim jumps down.  "Yes, I want a piece of her cooch."   Kneeling in the 
buckboard and pulling out his cock.  Already hard.   The organ a swollen 
piece of sausage.  Long and thick and and huge fat cock  head.  Feeling him 
lifting my head up and rubbing my lips over his thick  spongy gland.  Looking 
up weakly at him, eyes scared as he pushes the head  against my lips, the 
forces the monster cock into my mouth.  My lips  stretched tight as he presses 
it in with a loud popping sound.  My nipples  rubbing against the back of 
the wagon as I lay weakly supprorted by my tied arms  and legs, and a cock in 
my pussy.  My tongue pressed down to the bottom of  my mouth as he presses 
an inch then another into my mouth.  The head  bulging my cheeks and then 
blocking my throat passage as he holds my hair and  yanks my head, jamming the 
cockhead into my throat and sufficating me with a  lack of oxygen. 
    The man fucking me from behind still pounding steadily at  my cunt.  
Not even feeling it as I try to breath through my nose.  My  eyes wide as I 
feel weaker and weaker, losing consciousness.  Waking to  feeling my cunt 
being assaulted by a monster cock.  Slim now behind me his  long thick cock, 
deep and driving into my cunt with long hard strokes.  My  walls stretched as 
were my mouth lips.  Feeling my insides almost bursting  as he take long hard 
strokes, pulling out and then back in again.  My mind  reeling as I have 
lost count of how many men have raped me.  Suspended like  a rag doll and just 
accepting what is given to me. 
    Hearing another horse pulling up and seeing a strange man  climbing 
onto the wagon to use my mouth.  My lips working like a fish mouth  as I try to 
rid myself of the thick taste of cum.  The new cock quickly  pushing my 
lips apart and sliding in and out of my mouth.  The shaft  swelling as he uses 
me as a vessel of release.  Not resisting, just  accepting the cock in my 
mouth as natural and what I  deserve.
    My eyes still widening and closing with each stroke of the  cock in my 
pussy.  And then without warning, feeling my legs buckle in  spasms, as my 
cunt grasps and milks at Slim's cock.  Tears slowly slipping  down my face, 
as I realize my body has betrayed me and is clenching on the thick  cock.  My 
hips shaking, and feeling my mouth sucking on the cock between my  lips.  
The taste of the warm wet flesh nasty; but my mouth sucking on it as  I 
finally stop quivering on Slim's cock.   Feeling the man in my mouth  holding it 
to my face and his cock head swelling as his cock leaks his precum  and then 
a jet of ropy creme sliding down my throat as I would have swallowed a  raw 
clam.  Then another, my stomach roiling as I continue to suckle on the  
cock head. Tasting the spurts of cum and then feeling him milking the last 
drops  onto my waiting tongue.
    Still a surprise awaiting me as I feel Slim pull out of my  slack cunt. 
 Feeling the slick, stickiness on my thighs and cunt lips my  opening 
feeling odd, knowing that it must be gapping from the monster  cock.  But 
screaming and burrowing my body against the wagon, as I feel  Slim's cock spreading 
my ass cheeks and pushing at the small opening.   Feeling his saliva 
sliding down my ass crack to help lube the rubbery  opening.  My fingers flexing 
involuntarily as I try to weave my body away  from the fat cock head.  
Hearing the laughter of the other men as they  watch Slim leaning his long slender 
body itno pushing his out of proportion cock  against my rosebud.  
Screaming again and again feeling sweat beading my  body in a wet sheen.  Then mouth 
wide and screaming soundlessly as the cock  head fights past the tight ring 
and the thick shaft spreads it wide.  The  bulbous head filliing my bowels 
and spreading them like an enema did when I was  a child.  The discomfort so 
intense as my ring is thight to the  shaft.  Slim still shoving his cock 
deeper and deeper.  Feeling like  the head is creeping up my insides, pressing 
my internals out of  position.   Then feeling him pulling back  slowly, my 
ring  resisting, but the shaft moving past and then deep again.  Working my 
ass  in slow deliberate strokes.  Then feeling my ring relaxing or stretched 
and  ruined as his cock slams hard into my ass, flattening my ass cheeks 
and then  pulling out, taking my virgin  hole, using me as his cunt in all 
three of  my holes now.  The speed  increasing and hearing him grunt and grunt  
again.  His cum blasting deep up inside of my bowels.  Filling my  third 
hole with male seed. 
    Slim holding his cock in my ass as he pumps again and  again, the seed 
filling my ass.  Then pulling back suddenly, his cock  coming out with a 
loud pop, and feeling his seed dripping from my gapping ass  hole.  Feeling the 
opening much bigger then is should  be.
    Not even moving as I feel another cock taking my cunt and  using it as 
a dump bucket.  The savage rape having taken place in less then  two hours.  
Knowing that my mouth was used again and one or two more using  my cunt 
quickly.
    "How far are we from the sheep fuckers?"  "Less then  a mile I think."  
A disjointed conversation going on as I limply lean  against the wagon.  My 
legs cramping from the long stretched  position.  Moaning softly as my head 
lays against the back of the  wagon.  Feeling someone working on my shoes 
and tugging them off of my feet  and the socks that I used for padding.  My 
bare feet tender to the hot dirt  and the stones. 
    Moaning as I feel a prick and pressure on my ass  cheek,  Feeling blood 
slipping from the shallow cuts on my  cheeks. Words cut into the soft round 
 flesh..........Slut.............Cunt.......
    Feeling my ankles released and my legs cramping again. my  body 
writhing with muscle spasms in my calves.  Finally able to stand  weakly, thanking 
the men for a sip of water, begging them for another sip.   Wetting my lips 
and swallowing a large gulp of water.  My stomach revolting  and spewing the 
water up in an acidic spray.  Eyes watering as I choke and  cough.
    "Missy, here is what I have to say to you.  You will  not sell anymore 
land to these sheep fuckers.  You will mind your own  fucking business.  
What you got today is just a little of what you are in  store for if you don't 
find yourself dead."  The man pulling my head back  looking into my eyes.  
"Do you understand me?"   .................................."yes, I 
understand"............... seeing  him holding my eyes again and then feeling the 
thick glob of saliva that he spit  onto my face.  The nasty moisture rolling 
down my cheek and lips.  and  then sliding down my chin.  Releasing my head 
and then walking to the  gathered men.
    "How did you like our snooty whore?  Looking at me as  I watch them.  
"She will get much worse the next time.  Okay, you stay  behind and follow us 
at a distance,   You two go up and round up the  families, try not to kill 
them, but do what you have to."  The leader  jumping on his horse.  One man 
tying a rope around my neck and attaching  that to the buckboard, then 
loosening up the arm ties to the bolt to give me a  little more room.
    "Keep up Miss Cunt, or I will drag you along."   Taking my torn 
clothing and throwing it in a pile in the wagon and then going to  one of the bags 
of welcoming gifts and taking out a couple of handful of  salt. "Wet her 
down."  Then throwing the salt on my body, the salt  burning in the open wounds 
and welts.  Screaming for a long minute as I  feel my head pulled and then 
my arms.  Following the wagon down the rough  road.  My bare feet burning 
and being cut by the stones.  Stumbling at  the slow speed of the wagon.  
Fighting to keep up, my head spinning and  seeing red as I struggle to keep the 
neck rope from choking me and the footing  from causing me to stumble and be 
dragged.
    Not thinking of my nakedness as I feel the heat from the  sun burning 
my tender white flesh.  Reddening the skin not already red with  raised 
welts.  Between my legs feelling thick and swollen from the mutliple  fuckings.  
My cunt lips and clit raw.  My nipple still swollen and  sensitive as my 
breasts jiggle just a little as I walk behind the wagon.   Feeling cum dripping 
my my ass and cunt, coating my legs with a dried  crust.
    The long mile or so, one long painful ache of one step at  a time as I 
struggle to remain upright.  Not looking  up, just  watching my feet as I 
struggle to keep my eyes open and self  conscious.
    The tents of the site and the wagons and sheep all  gathered with the 
families under the watchful eyes of the hardcases.   Plodding to a stop 
behind the wagon and looking up, seeing the horror on the  faces of the women and 
children and the men.  Their recognition showing  finally in their faces as 
they look hard at me.
    "Now you gents know this lady, don't you?"  Waiting  expectantly for an 
answer and then seeing a nodding of heads.  "Well she  was a bad girl.  She 
sold land to a bunch of sheep fuckers.  And for  that she has paid dearly.  
I think she regrets having sold you the land,  and that it was a mistake 
and you will sign it back to her.  Do you  understand?"  Waiting for a 
response and getting  none.
    "Okay, you need a lesson; but the first one I will show  you what will 
happen.  "You come over here."  Pointing to one of the  herders.  "Get me 
the skin."  Waiting with more patience then I would  have allowed him to have, 
the bearded leader waiting with a big grin showing his  decayed smile.
    One of the men handing him a sheep skin, fairly recently  taken and not 
cured.  "You are a bunch of sheep fuckers, aren't you?"   The men shaking 
their heads no, still not saying anything.  Looking at the  wives and 
children ranging from teenagers to two or three year olds.  Tears  in most of their 
eyes, as they stand scared by the Regulators.  "Well you  are sheep 
fuckers.  Let me prove it to you."  The leader throwing one  of the men the sheep 
skin.  "Bring my bitch over here."  Indicating he  wanted me.
    The man undoing my hand and leading me by the neck rope to  the leader 
of the cowboys.  With a movement of his head,   The  man with my leash, 
yanking hard, pulling me off balance to fall on the ground on  all fours.  
"Kneel their cunt."
    My body trembling as I feel the stones digging savagely  into my knees 
and  hands.  The man placing the sheep skin over my  body.  "Their you go, 
we have a sheep, isn't she pretty, wouldn't you like  to fuck this one?"  
Swinging down from his saddle and grabbing one of the  sheep herders.  "I asked 
wouldn't you like to fuck this sheep?"    Then man shaking his head "no".  
"Well here is out problem.  If  you don't fuck this sheep, I am going to 
have my men fuck your sheep,"   Pointing to the huddled group of women and 
children.  "I see four sheep  there to be fucked."
    "Well, this one or those four."  The man looking  helplessly from  his 
family to me and then back again.  "Slim  pick one of those sheep out, maybe 
get the herder to help you.  Oh and show  them what you have."   Slim 
smiling as he pulls out his long thick  cock, already hardening as he looks at 
the family group.
    The man standing and then moving to me as his family his  wife waves 
him to me.  Fumbling at his fly and pulling out a soft  cock.  "Let her suck 
it for you."  The man stepping in front of me and  with trembling legs kneels 
in fron of me as I am on all fours.   The  leader taking the buggy whip and 
slapping it against my ass and inner thighs  till I  Lift my head and 
taking his flaccid cock into my mouth.   Sucking and tonguing the limp meat.  
Slurping and finally feeling a respone  as it begins to stiffen.  As the cock 
fills out and hardens, the man walks  behind me and kneeling down my legs 
spreading wide, he fucks his cock into my  cunt.  My hole still wet from the 
cum inside and my own juices are flowing  from the whipping.  The man taking 
tenative strokes and then as my walls  grasp his cock al little he becomes 
more frantic and then empties his cum into  my body, filling me with his seed. 
 "Have you sheep clean it off."   The man walking around front and pushing 
the slick semi hard shaft again my  lips.  My tongue sliding over the cock 
tasting his seed and my pussy juice  on it.
    "Next?"  Looking expectantly at the other  herder.  The man walking 
quickly to me, as he undoes his pants, his hard  cock is already stiffen and 
ready.  The breaded leader laughing loud at the  sight.  "He will never look 
at another girl then  his wife, he may  fuck them but not look at them."  The 
man kneeling and shoving his erect  penis into my sloppy hole, fucking in 
and out and in and out.   Taking  more time then the first man.  "He must 
like that cunt, wonder if his wife  fucks him like that.  Fuck her in the ass?" 
  The man looking  up.  "I said fuck her in the ass now, "  Pullin gout his 
cock and  shoving it into my still slightly gapping asshole, grunting as I 
feel the cock  slide past my ring.  The man again taking a long leisurely 
fuck.  "Now  I want you to come in her cunt."  The man obediently taking his 
cock out of  my ass and then pushing it back into my slippery cunt.  Not 
lasting long  now as I fuck back and squeeze his cock with my walls.  Hearing 
him moan  loudly, then grabbing my waist hold me to him as his cock shoots his 
seed into  my worn out cunt.  Moaning as I feel him pull out, a soft wet 
sound as his  cock suctions cum out with his cock head and I feel cum leaking 
from my  cunt.
    "That wasn't so bad was it, she give you a good fuck, a  good sheep 
fuck?"  Now get over here and sign these papers, returning the  land to Miss 
Sheep Fuck.  Seeing the man pulling papers from a  saddlebag,   "Sign 
them...........or we will fuck more sheep."   His eyes going to the wives and 
children again.  The men quickly affixing  their signatures to the papers.  "Very 
good."
    Looking past the group and nodding to one of his men  behind beyond the 
tents.  The man leading a sheep dog, a giant spanish  mastiff.   "For all 
your trouble with these sheep farmers, we are  going to give you one of their 
dogs as interest payment,  We just need to  know if you are a dog person.  
The bearded man taking the rope with the dog  and leading him to over where 
I remain kneeling on all fours.  Letting the  dog sniff my face.  Feeling 
the thick wet tongue, sliding over my cheeks  and lips.  Feeling terror at 
being near such a large dog.  Then the  man tugging the rope and pulling the 
dog away from my face and letting it sniff  between my legs  Screaming in 
terror as I realize that the dogs tongue is  swiping between my legs.  The long 
wide flexible tongue is licking my cunt  and ass.  Sucking at the cum coated 
flesh.   Moaning with  pleasure and terror as I try to crawl away. 
     One of the Regulators,  grabbing the rope at my neck and pulling it 
tight, choking me till I stopped  moving.   Tears again flowing my body is 
wriggling as the tongue  continues to lick my fevered pussy.   Then feeling the 
dog positioning  itself between my legs, and almost collapsing as the huge 
heavy canine settles  on my back, his paws grabbing my hips and pulling me 
to his body.  Feeling  the bone of his cock as it spears against my thighs 
and labia, seeking my  cunt.  And then gasping with a long groan as I feel the 
dog cock enter my  warm hole.  His rearnpistoning as he towers over me, 
gripping me to his  body. Drool coating my body from his leaking lips.  The 
long thick dog  cock groaning now as he presses the hard knot against my 
entrance.  Forcing  the thick ball of tissue to lodge at the entrance as his hips 
continue to piston  his long thick cock into my cunt, into his bitch's cunt. 
 His body shooting  a heavy load of his thin dog cum deep into my body, the 
tip of his cock  scrapping on my womb entrance.    My body shaking with an 
orgasm  as I feel his knot locking me to his body.  Sealing my cunt.  The 
dog  finished now, whining as he tries to pull free and then finally breaking 
the  connection.  Whining more as his licks at his cock, cleaning it of his 
cum  and his bitches juices.  My head falling down to touch the ground as I 
feel  the dog cum slipping from my cunt.  Long lines of bleeding flesh a  
testament to the grip of his toenails on my waist.
    Totally broken as I lay in the afternoon dust.  My  body aching in 
every spot.  Feeling the stones digging into my breasts and  nipples and my cunt 
lips as I lay too spent to move.  "I think the dog  likes you bitch."The 
men all laughing as they watch me stretched out and used  worse then an old 
whore ever was.   The leader kneeling by me lifting  my head.  "Have you 
learned your lesson Missy?"   My eyes glazed  and dumbly nodding assent  as I 
look up with dazed  eyes.
    The herders being tied up to trees and then the Regulators  grabbing 
the wives and throwing them to the ground, and raping them in front of  their 
men and children.  An adult teenage girl being given the same  treatment, As 
each is used by at least two of the men.
    Finally the nightmare ending in the camp, as the men leave  the women 
on the ground, torn garments held to their bodies, their children  afraid to 
run to their mothers.  The leader of the cowboys, having his men  lift me up 
and throw me in the back of the buckboard, tying me spread eagle  to  the 
four corners.  The dog tied to the back of the wagon on a long  lead and one 
of the men driving the wagon as they leave the camp.  My back  being jolted 
to the hard wood of the floor of the wagon.  My limbs and body  screaming 
with pain and aches as the long ride to my house.  The wagon  being left just 
out of sight.
    The following morning the banker in his buggy riding  to  my house 
finding me still tied naked to the wagon, leading it to my  house and being 
helped from it by one of my farm hands and  Megan. 
    The story of my day left untold, as the Doctor came to  treat my many 
wounds.  The herders also gone and not even showing up at the  bank to get 
their money.  None of that group of Regulators around either,  thought the 
deeds were left at the bank for the land  property.
    Long scary days as I recovered and then found that I was  with child.  
The father, takes your choice, Regulator, sheep herder or  maybe Mastiff.  
Laughing insanely at the thought.
    My house and businesses now having one more, as I have  used my big 
house to open a brothel, with myself as madam and whore.  Megan  and others 
working for me and making a good living..........................also  El Cid 
my Spanish Mastiff, who on occasion puts on a show with me for the  
clients.............
    
 
 
 
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