Roped and raped

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[M+f rape nc tort]


Roped and raped

Part 1: The 'heroic' capture

Summer rays were beating down on ranch just north of the border. It was nearing mid-afternoon 
and Samantha was out tending to her fathers crops, seeing to it that the irrigation system was 
providing the essential water and nutrients required. 

Her soft golden blond hair flapped lightly in the wind, caressing her face gently as she squinted her 
eyes away from the suns gaze. It was so peaceful here right now, her parents had driven into town 
and their neighbours were miles away. She stood there, a depiction of tranquillity in this 
picturesque landscape that had been her home for all her fifteen years on this earth.

Samantha was innocent in everyway. A sheltered upbringing had bread ignorance and a complete 
sense of misinterpretation of the world around her. With few friends and only the animals for 
company most of the day, she had had to learn about her physical developments on her own. 
Embarrassment and shame had lead Samantha to hide and otherwise ignore her budding new body.

Nether the less, her body was accentuated by her plain light-white summer dress. Her dainty straw 
hat sat just right on top of her golden hair, while her feet were clad in tattered white working shoes, 
somehow inappropriate for her beauty. Still, she liked them and felt comfortable in her unadorned 
clothing.

She closed her eyes gently, listening to the wind and feeling the sun beat down on her more. She 
loved to sense the soothing wind as it whipped around her lightly browning skin. The wind 
however was bringing more than a soothing touch to her skin now though; it brought the sound of 
hooves in the distance.
 
Sam noticed this immediately and began to wonder who was approaching. She kept her eyes shut to 
challenge herself, wondering if she could figure out which of the people she knew it could be. 
Concentrating for several seconds, she began to feel uneasy; the sound was of horses racing 
towards her position. She couldn't tell how many so opened her eyes and immediately had to start 
squinting again.

As her eyes began to focus into the distance, she spotted a mass of black and brown moving 
towards her. "There must be many horses coming this way, who on earth could it be?" she asked 
herself. Her lack of fear for almost anything let her stand for longer than she should, watching and 
listening to the horses as they came closer and closer into focus. Eventually she could make out the 
figures of what appeared to be darkly dressed cowboys. "How strange", she puzzled herself.

Suddenly her heart began to race, a strange sense of fear rushing over the innocent teenager. For 
whom could these strangers be and why are they rushing towards her? Either way, Samantha was 
not going to stay around and find out. "If they wanted to speak to her father, they could come back 
another time", she told herself. 
 
A sense of danger filled her heart although she knew no logical reason why, she turned her back 
and began to quickstep her way towards the farmhouse. Unfortunately, it was a good mile or so and 
the horses were gaining on her, they were perhaps only a few hundred meters away and gaining 
fast. Now sound of "h'yah, h'yah" could be heard from the riders as they forced their stallions 
onwards.

"I have to get out of here", Samantha screamed to herself, but her legs were too slow to respond, 
fear freezing her in place over something she could not understand. Soon enough the horses and 
mounted riders were less than a hundred feet away and as Sam was on her way; she turned back for 
a second. The clouded dust spewing from the back of the galloping horses was enough to set Sam 
off at a pace, but it was too little too late.
 
For what seemed like only a second she was off at full pace, but that is all it lasted for. The 
cowboys had caught up with her and one of them already had a noose and rope in his hands, 
swirling it around in the air as if ready to bring down cattle. With great skill, the rider targeted the 
maiden in distress and let fly, bringing her down first time. A cheer went up from the many 
mounted riders.
 
Sam was brought down with a horrendous thud, her body smashing into the dirt as her ankles and 
knees were sharply smashed together. She barely was able to let out a yelp or scream, terror 
striking her heart as the riders began moving around her in a circle. As the rider who held her by 
the rope moved around in a circle also, shortly Samantha was being spun around and around, 
pivoted on her ass.
 
Cheering and maddening howling leapt from their lips and all the while Samantha could not have 
been more confused and terrified at what was going on. Her dress began to catch and snag as she 
was continually spun around, her head getting dizzy very quickly. As her body began to ache, 
Samantha cried for help weakly as she struggled to gain her breath.
 
"Let's go boys", one of the cowboys bellowed. Suddenly the horses broke their formation 
surrounding Samantha and the rider who had her held placed the other loop of the room to the end 
of his saddle. As she stopped spinning Sam was able to see what he was doing, although it didn't 
register in her confused mind, she was about to go for a ride.
 
With a mighty command the horse shoot off with Sam in tow; she was now being dragged across 
her father's farmland at a great speed. Finally, Sam was able to let out a real scream and what a 
retched scream it was. The most disturbing whale panicked through her lungs and out of her mouth. 

The terrified girl was now being beaten half to death by the ground in which she had sewn seeds 
not that long ago. Her body buffeted and bounced across the rough soil, small rocks and pebbles yet 
not removed tore into her skin and clothing while hammering away at her bones. The muscles on 
her legs and thighs strained to such a degree she felt as if they would be torn clean off.

Her horrified screams continued as horses behind her breached the gap between them. Soon all the 
horses were in a loose formation behind Samantha, the riders clearly able to see and hear the extent 
in which their victim was being destroyed by the ground. Her arms stretched out over her head and 
were dragged along the ground, bruising and cutting them as she lost the fight to save herself. Her 
dress was nearly destroyed as she began to loose consciousness.

After a minute or so more, the riders slowed down. Samantha was barley breathing by this point, 
her poor young body annihilated by the experience. The men seemed pleased with their handy work 
and the rider that had roped Samantha dismounted before placing her over his horse and 
remounting. As quickly, as they had appeared the men rode off into the distance, leaving the farm 
behind. The only evidence of Samantha being there was her straw hat that had been trampled into 
the ground.

Around half an hour passed before they reached their destination. A vacant wooden shack had been 
the men's hideout for the past several weeks and they had finally stolen something other than 
livestock or money. Clearly all outlaws they had been attacking farmers and travellers in the area 
for a short while, they would then sell on the horses and cattle they had, while pocketing the cash 
they raided on a daily basis.

Part 2: The first assault

During the trip Samantha had lost consciousness and awoken several times, each moment she was 
awake her senses were bombarded with pain, as she was still yet unable to comprehend what was 
going on. The dilapidated shack housed the outlaw gang of nine 'wanted men'. Each of them 
having a list of offences worthy of significant prison sentences or perhaps worse.

They all had decided to add one more offence to their list though; the loneliness of their existence 
other than companionship among themselves had driven most of the men to the conclusion that 
they needed some female company. However, none of the men had ever been exactly a gentleman; 
their idea of a good time was not frequently shared by the women that they took.

Samantha was perhaps the youngest girl that any of them had ever been with and she was certainly 
the prettiest. Each of them was more than happy with their catch and wanted to waste no time.

The seven riders quickly dismounted and were greeted by their two other friends who had stayed 
behind to guard their spoils. It was becoming all too apparent though that this new prize was 
perhaps the most valuable of them all. The one who had brought Sam to this place on his horse has 
been admiring her all the way back and never hesitated in dumping Sam from the saddle to the 
ground.

She landed awkwardly, the sharp pain enough to wake her once more. A sense of weightlessness hit 
her, as the ground seemed to disappear. Three of them carried Sam quickly inside the run down 
building. A musky, poorly lit, dust ridden vile room greeted them as they entered. 

Completely dark except for the light from the door, scraps of food, dirty clothing, wooden table and 
stools plus several bundles worth of straw against a wall was all that filled the room. As Sam was 
able to look around for a few moments she noticed no other doors than the one she came in 
through, it looked like this was all there was to it.

"Lets see what she's got", one of the men said in a rough voice. All the men were thirsty after their 
long trip out. Some of them began getting variety of water and whisky while the rest moved Sam to 
the straw. Unable to speak or protest she found herself falling more gently this time, the straw bed 
broke her fall nicely.

Her eyes began to focus on a tall large man standing right over her who appeared to be undressing 
himself, she couldn't understand why though. This all seemed to surreal and strange to Sam. The 
men admired her body from a distance to start with, more of it on show than before due to the harsh 
ride across the ground. Most of her dress was torn away, only one of the straps remained. Her skin 
across her back, arms and ass was heavily frayed and a dull ache in her head stopped her coming to 
any conclusions even now.

The man standing besides Sam lowered himself down, his jeans were around his ankles and his 
cock was wide and grubby. However, Sam didn't yet know what that was, her innocence vastly 
apparent now. "Have you ever seen something so big in your entire life my young little whore?" 
asked the man as he began placing himself between her legs. "What is it?" she managed to stagger 
out the question to a chorus of laughter. "This dear, is something very special that I'm going to give 
you, it's called a cock and it fits inside of you. But it won't fit properly at first, so I'm going to have 
to force it", said the man with a more understanding tone in his voice.

"Why would you do that, please don't", she began to beg. The rough trip with the horse had taken 
its toll though, she couldn't resist as he pulled her skirt up to her waste, revealing her simple 
underwear. His large rough hand plunged towards them and yanked at the material, snapping the 
bounds quickly in one motion. "This is going to be so much fun whore, I'm glad you could join our 
gang", laughed the man between her legs.
 
The gauche animal plunged himself forward with the eloquence of an elephant. His vile member 
sought to rip into Samantha's ripened pussy but failed at its first attempt. She was bone dry and had 
never been touched there let alone penetrated by such a thing. Finally, Sam began to mount some 
resistance, her shattered arms attempted to push this monster off her. He paid her no attention 
though as he was more concerned in penetrating the girl.

Samantha's pretty body was dwarfed in comparison to this man's; he was over two feet taller than 
she was and perhaps more than a hundred pounds heavier if not more. Years of living rough and 
fighting for a living had left him weathered and strong, in stark contrast she was still delicate and 
fragile in comparison. 
 
Her pussy was putting up more of a fight though; the previously un-invaded jewel was doing a half-
decent job of keeping the outlaw from penetrating Sam. It was a loosing battle though; he thrust 
with a lack of grace but with plenty of power. Soon enough he was inside the withering girl, her 
pitiful fight lost for good.

With one fowl swoop it was over, his might member was incarcerated within the young girl's cunt, 
a grim smile smearing his face. "At last", he muttered as his muscely body began to thrust Sam into 
the straw further, a bewildered and vacant look on her face was broken as her insides gave way. 
Suddenly the docile girl began to scream her lungs out once more. A familiar wailing sound ripped 
through the small abode as eight future rapists looked on in glee. Each of them taking mental notes 
off this, something they would probably remember for the rest of their lives. They all had a good 
view of the sublimely attractive girl, she was more gorgeous than they ever could have imagined. 
Somehow, now she was being raped, they found her more appealing.

The first man began to grunt heavily as his hips smashed into Sam, his cock penetrating her 
completely as her insides were torn apart by the invading member. His cock was heavily 
constricted by the young twat; the only lubrication came from his sweaty unwashed cock and the 
blood that was now leaking from the taken virgin. At this moment they seemed not to be interested 
about her virginity, Sam had even less of an idea of how important it was. Right now, the only 
thing she could do was weep and close her eyes, her body now being beaten down on by this brute.

A dull ache continued to hide the lion's share of the pain she would feel later, Sam could take no 
solace in the fact though. Her body folded under the pressure as the man inside of her was sweating 
like a pig as he thrust his body on and on. Although it had felt like an eternity for Sam, in reality it 
had only been a couple of minutes. Not having anywhere near enough control, the man soon began 
to shake violently for a few seconds. He then collapsed on top of her, kissing her cheeks. "You're 
the best I've ever had", he said almost lovingly. "I'll be seeing you again soon my little whore", he 
smiled at her and lifted his slightly drained body.

Sam's legs remained wide open; she had no energy to close them. Her face was almost blank 
besides the pain and tears that flowed from her pretty, blue eyes. Yet she hardly made a sound as 
the next man got between her legs. He too, like the last, thrusted his depraved organ into her 
unfortunate and now unguarded cunt, piercing her deeply. Each of the cruel outlaws took Sam, one 
after the other, lasting only a few minutes a piece. They all tasted her sweat body and now nothing 
was going to be stop them exploring her unabated however they wished.

Part 3: Cruel intentions

The last of the nine outlaws removed his cock from an unconscious Sam's cunt, she had passed out 
near the end and no one could be bothered to wake her right now. They all required a little time to 
recuperate and decide what next to do with there prize.

Not one of them had taken the time to remove her clothing fully; they had left her in a bundled 
mess. Nevertheless, as ideas were quickly thrown around, they all found it difficult to restrain 
themselves, and why should they? One of the taller of the men took a very long swig of whisky 
before moving in on Sam. He spat down at her face and lowered himself down, naked from the 
waist down.

The spittle ran slowly down Sam's face; somehow, it stirred her enough to breathe some life into 
her. Her eyes opened with a hint of terror that she must be feeling, but the shear shocking violence 
of her capture was still heavily implanted on her mind and her body. Suddenly she was greeted with 
this mans cock, it hung inches from her face. "Want a drink whore?" his sly southern accent 
twanged. Fearing refusal of his offer she nodded ever so slightly. A wicked smile beamed down at 
her as he tipped the whisky bottle over her mouth. A small lashing of thick harsh liquid splattered 
around her lips and into her dry waiting mouth. She lurched forward in surprise at the foul taste but 
was held down by the man's strong left arm.

Breathing heavily she gasped at the liquid but winced more noticeably at the pain from her battered 
back and ass. She was pushed back down with one hand which moved to her nose, cutting off the 
air supply. The other men had now gathered round to see what he was going to do.

As Sam had to open her mouth to breathe, he poured more of the thick liquid down into her mouth. 
Trying to spit it out, she eventually had to submit, gulping it down and only now recognising what 
it was. She had once before snuck a slip of her fathers whisky and had never wanted to taste it 
again. Now it was being forced down her throat mouthfuls at a time. 
 
After she had been forced to consume several mouthfuls, the man stopped, allowing her to breathe 
properly. The men laughed sadistically as she spat out what she could, but the damage was done. 
The whisky began to work its magic, a burning sensation ripped through her insides. Soon it would 
overpower her and perhaps mercifully hinder the pain of her wounds.

The mans slightly erect cock was suddenly thrust into her gasping lips, the skin dry and cracking 
from the humidity and treatment she has received so far. Sam was unable to accept the cock in her 
mouth without trying to expel it, but something told her not to do anything rash and risk further 
pain. "Suck on it to make me happy whore, that's your job now", he commanded her.
 
Entirely not sure what this would do, she began to suck on his cock as if it were one of her fingers 
that had been cut. The only difference being this was much larger and tasted far worse. She tried to 
continue sucking but soon gagged in front of the men, spitting his cock out. This was met with a 
harsh slap across her peachy young face.

For a few brief moments longer her eyes fixated on the grossly enlarged member, totally surprised 
at how it at grown. Trauma and shock had remained firmly with her until now though, her body 
was unable to understand or respond to what was happening to her. However, slowly as the cock 
was thrust back into her appealing mouth, the whisky took more of a hold on her, quenching the 
pain and allowing her to focus on the situation at hand. 
 
Suddenly, the past hour or two's worth of events rushed back into her mind, panic and fear started 
to combat the shock. Although being dragged by that horse for a long time had knocked a lot out of 
her, sense was starting to return and she stopped sucking once more. Repeated slaps started to rain 
down on her face, as the angry outlaw demanded she comply.

Now Sam had to focus to slurp around the monsters cock, her inexperienced mouth did little to 
stimulate the savage though. "We'll have to teach you to be a good cock sucking whore, won't 
we?" one of the men asked rhetorically. With that, his cock was withdrawn; he wanted to have 
some real fun with her, perhaps encouraging her to suck his cock better in the future.

One of the men thrust Sam off the straw bed, two others gathered around to help her over to the 
table. A pair of rough hands gripped her thighs and before she knew it, Sam was lifted up onto the 
table. Gathering around like flies on shit, Sam was completely encased in a wall of rough looking, 
half naked outlaws. Most of them still wore some form of clothing, cowboy hats never seemed so 
menacing to Sam as they did right now.

Finally, Sam's meagre clothing began to be removed. Her tattered dress had slipped back to its 
normal position but was so tattered and torn it held no resistance to these strong brutish men. They 
tore at it like a rabid dog attempting strip meat from the bone. As her once quaint full body skirt 
was completely destroyed, the wounds from the ride behind the horse became more apparent. 
 
Sam's back was cut to ribbons, rough grazes and sore looking cuts littered her back. Her arms 
faired little better and if the men could have seen right now, they would have known to the extent in 
which the skin on her ass had been savaged by the ground. Sam whimpered in fear as words 
escaped her, at least the pain was quelled by the whisky. 

Sam started to notice the remarks that the men were constantly making about her. She wasn't sure 
what all of it meant, so it made it hard to focus on them. However, she did find them to be 
disgusting and rude comments whatever their exact definitions might be. That moment of thought 
was broken by the realisation that they had not only taken her in a way that was not meant for any 
man, but also they could see almost every part of her young and once untainted body.

Sam's slow witted analysis of the situation made little to no difference. Hands were now placed 
roughly on her small breasts, the men started to make fun of them. Suddenly she yelped in pain as 
one of the outlaws grabbed far too hard, pinching the nipple and pulling it in ways that it was never 
intended. The rest of the men decided this looked like fun and started clambering their hands to get 
a good grip of her breasts. Sam almost lost consciousness through lack of oxygen; the men were 
crowding around even tighter.

This little game of breast grabbing didn't entertain them for long though, this little beauty would 
provide much more entertainment for them. "Let's get her bent over the table, she needs to know 
what her position is", joked one of the outlaws to an approving chorus from the rest. Sam let out a 
pitiable yelp as she was grabbed once again around the waist. It seemed like she wasn't even 
paying attention to what was going on around her, but the events earlier and the whisky were now 
starting to have a greater effect than was planned.
 
Sam's face started to get more and more pale as she was lifted from the table and spun around. 
Then her little body was thrust back onto the table face down, her head hitting the table hard. Her 
hips also collided with solid wood, almost cracking them as her legs went lip. Sam's ass hung 
precariously over the edge of the table, totally exposed in all its glory.

The outlaws finally got a good look at the damage done to the poor girl's ass and they were all 
relatively impressed. For some sick reason they loved the idea of causing her immense pain, even 
though she had done nothing to them. One of the nine pairs of hands decided to rain down a few 
blows on Sam's ass, weak screams emanated from her mouth for only a short time.

The groggy Sam was now quite 'smashed', the entire situation was going right over her head. This, 
the men decided was not as much fun as watching a livelier girl struggle. One of the men went off 
to get some rope while another went to fetch some water that had been put onto boil outside.

The men both returned at the same time. During their brief exit from the room, two men had 
flanked Sam's position and were holding her in place, one of the more excitable outlaws had taken 
up position behind the intoxicated Sam. "Well boy's, it's time to liven this party up", said the man 
with the boiling hot water.
 
With that statement, the outlaw behind Sam used one hand to hold her hips before driving his cock 
savagely in. Sam let out a minor moan of disapproval, but now nothing was getting through to her. 
The outlaw continued to drive his cock ruthlessly into the pinned girl, while using his other hand to 
wave his cowboy hat around in the air as if he was breaking in a wild stallion or riding a bull. 
Stereotypically he started shouting incomprehensible phrases like, "yeee'harrr", continuingly 
getting approval from his comrades.

A light wet slapping sound of their bodies impacting upon each other accompanied a more 
sickening sound of Sam's body being driven into the table like a nail being hit by a hammer. To 
compound her misery, the man with the rope had begun tying her delicate hands to the coarse 
wooden legs of the table.
 
Now Sam was completely pinned in place, her body continued to shake under the hammering from 
the outlaw behind her. Still she could not take her eyes off the boiling water that was being held by 
one of the men. He began moving towards her and she shut her eyes, not wanting to know what 
was coming. The man moved calmly up to the girl being raped and held the tin bowl of boiling 
water above Sam's back.

The next thing Sam felt was a shocking burning sensation on her back. She began to scream so loud 
her voice almost instantly cut out, pain ravaged her like nothing she could have imaged before. All 
her exposed wounds were now being soaked in scolding hot water. She tried to arch her back, or 
move in anyway to avoid further pain but it was no good. 
 
Whether by accident or design, the torture of Sam's back might in fact stop infection, but that was 
perhaps not, what was on their mind? Nevertheless, it was followed up by a few lashings of their 
apparent vast stock of whisky, this only increased the pain to Sam, and something she thought was 
not possible. Her wasteful bucking against the restraints was giving the rapist more pleasure, too 
much in fact for him to contain himself. Proudly he began to spew his second load into Sam's 
already drenched pussy.

Her pussy had taken a ruthless beating so far, this was the tenth time it had been penetrated and was 
the first ten of her life. Inside she was being torn apart but it seemed like nothing in compared to 
the pain in the rest of her body. Still, somehow, she torturously could not pass out. Something was 
stopping her.

Something indeed was stirring inside the little girl's cunt, something she didn't want to focus on yet 
her body refused to cooperate. As the next rapist took his position behind Sam, another decided to 
try his luck with her mouth. "So are you going to suck me good bitch?" he rattled in at her.

Unable to articulate an audible response, Sam's mouth was left wide open and was perceived to be 
an invitation. The rapist grabbed her head, holding it in place while his comrade took his own 
position behind Sam. The cock in front of Sam's face was one of the more disgusting out of the lot, 
which was saying a lot.

However, he showed no nobility or any sign that his own dilapidation was in anyway a reason not 
to suck his cock. He forced it deep into her mouth until it touched the back of her throat. Unable to 
gag, somehow Sam sucked lightly on the twisted member and giving obvious gratification to the 
rapist. 
 
The one behind her plunged his own rotten engine inside of her, Sam unwittingly felt some sign of 
relief or contentment that a cock had returned. She had no idea she was being brutally forced 
towards an orgasm, despite her body's rough treatment it continued to be stimulated in a subtle way 
until she finally began to notice it consciously.

The two rapists fucked her from each end, sometimes in unison, sometimes randomly slamming 
their cocks into the defenceless girl. Repeatedly they assaulted her until the man in Sam's mouth let 
out his vile loud, shooting it out wildly. Sam refused to swallow it, letting it drip onto the floor. 
They did not seem too worried about that now though; there were plenty of men wanting to take his 
place.
 
Each of them used her mouth and cunt constantly, never letting up until they were all spent. Sam's 
body lay traumatized over the table, pain encompassing every inch of her once perfect little body. 
Now, for what they had done to her, what they were going to do to her, she would never be perfect 
again.

Chapter 4: Cry baby

To be added very shortly!

