By The Harrpooner
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Characters based on a story by MrX.
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Four men sat in a grove of trees just off the road leading into the town of Perryville. Dan Parker, a handsome dark-haired twenty-year-old, looked at his watch. He was the youngest of the group and he was its leader.
“It’s
almost time.” He said. “You each know what to do. Whitey, Dave, I’ll give you ten minutes to
get into place then Big Bill and I will ride in. Get going.”
Dan
watched as the two rode toward the town splitting up just before they entered
it. He checked the shells in his
six-guns and satisfied that he was ready he turned to Big Bill, a giant of a
man who stood nearly seven feet tall.
The sheer sight of him was usually enough to dissuade anyone from
putting up any kind of a fight during a robbery.
“It’s
time, let’s go.” Dan said as he urged
his horse forward.
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Inside the Bank of Perryville business went on as usual for the two tellers. They went about their jobs of taking deposits and payments on loans. But their minds wandered occasionally to the presidents’ office.
Earlier in the morning a tall, beautiful brunette had entered the bank and asked to see Mr. Peabody. A few minutes after she was shown into his office, Mr. Peabody gave orders that he wasn’t to be disturbed. After that he had closed his door and it remained shut.
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Abner
Peabody sat in his swivel chair behind his desk with his eyes half closed. His chin rested on his chest as he watched
the brunettes’ head slide up and down on his saliva lubricated dick. Her soft tongue played with the underside of
his pulsing cock with each pass. And
her fingers delicately rolled and scratched his swollen balls. Just as he was about to explode into her
mouth she sensed the warning signs and pulled away from his engorged
prick. Using her tongue she licked the
pre-cum from the sensitive head of his dick then began to slowly stroke him
with her hand until he relaxed. She
took him again into her mouth and started bringing him to the brink of
ejaculation.
Abner
could not believe his good fortune. He
had become aroused when the beauty had been shown into his office. She was obviously not from Perryville. Anyone with her flawless face and voluptuous
figure would have caused talk. She had
shyly asked if she could speak to him in private with the door closed and he
had chivalrously granted her wish.
Abner
looked at the open safe across the room from his desk. Usually when anyone was in his office he
closed and locked its’ door. But the
woman appeared so helpless and frightened that he decided it would be all right
to leave it ajar and walked to his desk and sat down. He looked at her face and could see that she wasn’t a young
woman. But even though she was probably
in her late thirties, she was still very attractive.
“How
may I be of service Miss…um…er…Missus…” He began.
“It’s
Missus…Smith…Abby Smith.” The woman
hesitantly replied. She seemed to be on the verge of tears. And I’m sorry to be such a bother, but I’m
new in town and I just don’t know where to turn.”
“There,
there.” Said Abner trying to soothe
her. “Missus Smith, please tell me what
I can do to help you.”
He
watched uneasily as the woman suddenly got up from her chair and hurriedly
walked around the desk. He rolled his
chair away from the desk and was ready to bolt for the door when she fell
sobbing to her knees in front of him and buried her head in his lap. Abner felt his cock jump as her face brushed
against it through his pants, but she didn’t seem to notice. She grabbed his hands and looked up into his
face. The backs of her hands holding
his now lay upon his growing penis.
Abner felt his dick becoming more and more sensitive, as she spoke.
“I
need money Mr. Peabody. My husband left
me three weeks ago and took all the money we had with him. I sold what little jewelry I had and used it
to travel this far trying to find him, but now I haven’t enough to continue
on. I’m desperate and I will do
anything to get money for a ticket to leave town.”
Abner
looked into her pleading green eyes. He
was a hard businessman and would normally refuse any request for money from a
stranger. But a stage ticket wouldn’t
cost much. And he could pay for it out
of his own money. He looked at her soft
lips and began to imagine what it would be like if…
“Ahem.” He cleared his throat. “I might be able to help you Missus Smith…
Abby. But what could you possibly have
to offer me in return?” He said looking
at her with a sly, patronizing smile on his face.
He
waited patiently as he saw the look of realization on the distraught womans’
face. She seemed for the first time to
feel his hard cock pushing against the fabric under her hands. A blush reddened her cheeks as she pulled
her hands away from him and nervously wiped them on her skirt. Then she looked into his eyes and her face
took on a look of resolve.
“I
said I would do anything and I meant it.”
She forced herself to say the words as she looked at the bulge in his
lap. Slowly she brought her hands up to
his fly and began to unbutton his trousers.
Reaching in she freed his rigid member and leaned forward to lick it,
moistening it with her saliva.
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Dan
and Big Bill saw their comrades as they rode up the street to the bank. Whitey sat in a chair on the porch of the
dry-goods store across from the bank drinking a bottle of beer. Dave was down the street across from the
marshals’ office leaning against a porch column and smoking a cigarette.
Leaving
their horses at the hitching rail Dan and Bill walked into the bank. Once inside they found only two customers in
addition to the tellers. Drawing their
guns, they them held at bay and within minutes had emptied the tellers' tills.
Turning
to Big Bill, Dan said. “Okay, it’s time
for the safe. Keep them covered.”
Striding
to the closed door Dan burst into the office.
The sight before him was almost comical. Peabody was trying to push the woman off his cock and stand
up. There was an audible pop as his
dick pulled from her sucking mouth and began spurting cum. She had a hold of his trousers and they
slipped down around his ankles, causing him to fall as he tried to run to the
open safe. They both sprawled on the
floor with the woman landing on top of the now unconscious man. Abner had hit his head against the wall in
the fall and lay limp under the womans’ weight. Ignoring the two, Dan quickly moved to the safe and emptied it.
Finished,
Dan grabbed the arm of the woman and dragged her out of the office. He looked at the assembled people and
said. “I’m taking this woman as a
hostage. If no one follows us, I’ll
release her in an hour.
Understand?” He watched as
everyone silently nodded.
While
Bill covered his back he pulled the struggling woman outside and pushed her
into the saddle and mounted behind her.
After Big Bill was on his horse they rode out of town. Soon after Whitey and Dave rode from town in
the opposite direction.
Outside
town in the grove where the band had stopped earlier Dave and Bill reined
up. Dan dismounted, then helped the
woman down.
“Everything
went just the way you said it would Ma.”
Said Dan.
“Yeah,
horny old bankers fall for the helpless woman routine every time. If you had been any longer though, I think
the old fart would have shot his load in my mouth.” Smiled Abby Parker, as she mounted the extra horse that had been
left in the grove. “Now, let’s get to
the hideout.”
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The
Lone Rangerette sat on a fallen log in a secluded glade drinking a cup of
coffee. Tonta had ridden into
Perryville for supplies and should be returning to camp shortly. As if on cue the Rangerette heard the sound
of an approaching horse. Tonta and
scout appeared at the far end of the clearing.
Tonta alit and rushed to where her masked companion sat.
“Kemo
Sabe! The bank in Perryville was held
up an hour ago and a woman was taken hostage when the outlaws left!” She relayed the events surrounding the
robbery until all the details she had learned in town were shared with the
Rangerette.
“Well
the first thing we need to do is find any trail they might have left.” The Rangerette said as the two women began
breaking camp.
Two
hours later they were in the grove of trees surveying the tracks.
“Four
horses left here, two at a time. A
horse was tied to the tree and left behind.
Later two horses came back, the riders picked up the horse, probably for
their hostage and rode south.” Tonta
said.
“Where
are the other two riders and who has the money from the robbery?” Thought the Rangerette out loud. “We’ll have to split up Tonta. I’ll follow these tracks and you can see if
you can locate the two missing riders.
We’ll each leave signs in case we have to find one another.”
The
two heroines mounted and left the grove.
The Rangerette heading south and Tonta riding to the north side of
Perryville to look for tracks.
Within
a very short time the Indian maiden had found a pair of tracks she thought
belonged to the outlaws. The stride was
long which meant the horses were being ridden hard. Urging Scout forward she began to follow the tracks.
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The
Rangerette had no trouble following the tracks of the three horses, until the
riders left the road. The ground was
became hard and rocky and a number of times she lost the trail. Fearing for the hostage she tried not to
become frustrated. Taking her time and
circling she eventually found the tracks and continued after the outlaws. Periodically she set up a series of rocks as
a sign for Tonta that pointed in the direction the trail had gone.
The
outlaws stopped trying to hide their tracks now that they were on hard rock and
shale. The Rangerette realized that a
less experienced tracker than she might have missed the small signs that kept
her on their trail. But shortly the tracks
seemed to disappear into a sheer wall of a mesa.
The
masked woman dismounted and walked to inspect the wall. She was surprised to find a cavern that was
hidden from view. More like a tunnel it
was large enough to accommodate a wagon and team of horses. Remounting, the Rangerette rode into the
hidden entrance.
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Big
Bill sat sullenly in his stand watching the entrance to the valley. Hidden in the trees a couple hundred yards
from the cave, he guarded it with a high-powered rifle equipped with a
telescopic scope. He would have no
trouble picking off anyone who exited the cavern. It was a shot he had practiced again and again until it was a
reflex.
But
as he watched he stewed about the way he was treated. It seemed that always after a robbery while Dan and Abby counted
the loot, the task of watching to make sure no one found their way into their
hideout fell to him. Bill felt the
woman and her son were treating him like a lackey.
One
day he would show that stuck-up bitch.
An image of her pleading with him as he tore her clothes off and raped
her went through his twisted mind.
Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted when he saw a rider astride a
white stallion on the rim looking into the valley.
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The
Rangerette stopped as she exited the cavern to adjust her eyes to the sunlight
after the darkness of the cave.
Stretched out before her was a lush valley with a stream running through
the center of it. At the far end she
could see a wisp of smoke possibly from a chimney. She turned in the saddle to get binoculars from her saddlebags.
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Bill
brought the rifle to his shoulder and without pausing fired. He saw the rider pitch from the saddle and
fall to the ground. Satisfied that he
had done well Bill watched to see if anyone else was coming through the
cave. When no one appeared he relaxed and
lit a cigarette. He sneered as he
thought, “Let the whelp or his mom
check the body, he was taking a break.”
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Dan
and Abby ran from the house as the sound of the shot echoed throughout the
valley. Looking up the trail they could
just make out a horse and it seemed to be without a rider.
“Dan
get up there and find out what’s happening!”
Abby ordered. “It looks as if
that lummox has shot someone.”
Dan
swung onto his horse and digging his spurs into its’ flanks charged up the
trail. Within minutes he approached the
downed rider. He dismounted a short
distance away and drawing a gun cautiously approached the body. The white stallion stood nearby posturing
and flaring it’s nostrils, as it attempted to protect its’ fallen rider.
Talking
softly to the animal Dan holstered his weapon and walked slowly to where a
masked woman lay on her back. Her hat
had come off when she fell and her sun-bleached blond hair was bloody. There was an angry tear in the scalp on the
side of her head where the bullet had creased her. She was unconscious and he watched the rhythmic rise and fall of
her chest as she breathed.
Dan
reached down and unbuckled the gun belt she wore and pulled it from under her
supine body. He looked at the two
silver plated six-guns loaded with silver bullets, then put them in his
saddlebags. Having disarmed her he took
the time to admire her form.
Though
she dressed like a man, the clothing could not hide her body. The shirt was tailored and accentuated her
magnificent breasts and slim waist. The
trousers were like a second skin showing off her full hips and tapered
legs. His dick began to harden as he
imagined ravishing the helpless woman.
He
forced himself to push those thoughts aside.
Watching the white horse he knelt and picked the blond up. Though he tried to put her on her own horse
it kept shying away. Finally he draped
her across his saddle on her stomach and mounted behind her. As he rode back toward the house he saw the
stallion leaving the valley. At first
he thought about catching it, but decided as he kneaded a firm globe of the
womans’ ass with his hand there were more important things to do.
As
he neared the house he saw his mother standing on the porch waiting for
him. Her face went dark when she saw
the body draped over his saddle.
“Why
did you bring him here!” She shouted at
her son.
“It’s
not a he, it’s a she. And she’s still
alive.” Retorted Dan. “And I plan to keep her alive. It gets lonely up here Ma. She’ll keep me company. Now help me get her inside and patch her up
before she bleeds to death!”
Reluctantly
Abby gave in to her sons’ wishes. She
knew that she spoiled him, but he was her only child. As they took the woman from the horse she felt a stirring when
she looked at her. Maybe it was the
mask, but suddenly the idea of companionship appealed to her also.
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Tonta
knew that she was gaining on the two riders she was following. All the signs were getting fresher. But the trail of the two had started to turn
back in the direction they had come from.
The two had obviously left a false trail and were now headed for their
hideout. After a short while she began
to see markers that the Rangerette had left for her. Now travel would be much faster because she would not have to
track, but could just follow the markers.
Urging Scout to a gallop Tonta began to close the gap, darkness would
soon be falling.
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The
unconscious Rangerette lay quietly beneath blankets on a four poster bed. Her captors had tended to her head wound and
a fresh bandage covered it. Her
clothing had been removed and taken away, but her mask had been left in
place. She was tied spread-eagle to the
posters of the bed.
Abby
stood nearby watching the young womans’ face.
She had enjoyed undressing and tying the masked heroine as much as her
son had. After talking they had decided
the two of them would share their time with the woman to satisfy their desires. They had taken time to touch and fondle her
obvious assets, but had decided to wait until she was awake to have sex with
her.
It
was getting dark and Dan had ridden out to tell Big Bill he could leave his
post for the night. He was to praise
Bill for the job he did today. If the
big man didn’t know he had shot a woman, she would become Abby and Dans’
secret. Fortunately Bill, Whitey and
Dave had a separate cabin nearby that they shared and wouldn’t know about her
unless they were told.
She
heard a moan from the bed.
The
masked woman was struggling against the bonds that held her securely to the
bed. The young woman looked at Abby,
her eyes were filling with tears.
“Where
am I? Who are you? Why have you tied me like this? Please help me! Who am I?” Confusion was
on the womans’ face as she pleaded for answers to her questions. “Please, who am I?” She repeated.
Abby
looked into the tearful eyes. She
couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
Could the wound to her head have caused their captive to lose her
memory? Abby was hesitant to believe it
could happen. Slowly she crossed the
room and sat on the bed. She decided the
distressed face was not being faked.
The young woman really could have amnesia. A plan quickly entered the brunettes’ mind and she decided to try
it.
“Emma
Lou, you’re all right. We’ve been so
worried about you.” The lie began. “We have you tied because you hurt your head
and we didn’t want you to get up with no one here and fall again.”
“Emma
Lou… I’m Emma Lou? I fell? What’s wrong with me? I just don’t remember anything!” The confused woman babbled.
“Oh
Emma, you went out to get water and must have slipped on some rocks near the
stream. When Dan and I found you, you
were lying unconscious and your head was bleeding where you hit it on a rock.”
“Dan? Who’s Dan?
And who are you?
“Dan
is my son. He’s your husband. I am Abby, your mother-in-law.”
“Dan,
husband? Abby? I’m sorry I just can’t remember.”
“Emma,
after all we have meant to each other.
I can’t believe you can’t remember.
Please let me try something. Be
patient and see if this helps to jog your memory.”
Abby
took the confused womans’ face in her hands and softly kissed her lips. She was encouraged when she didn’t try to
pull away from her and kissed her again.
This time she felt pressure against her lips as “Emma” returned the
kiss. As she broke away from the second
kiss she began licking the tears that had wetted “Emmas” face.
Pulling
the blankets aside, Abby removed her dress and lay nude next to “Emma”. She began to boldly kiss the bound woman as
she caressed her firm breast.
Manipulating the nipple with her fingers, she was delighted when she
felt it harden and grow.
Abby
moved her mouth to the breast she was cupping with her hand and began
ministering with her tongue rolling the nipple and lightly biting it with her
teeth, then kissing the flesh of the mammary.
“Emma” arched her back pushing her breast into Abbys’ mouth, silently
acknowledging the sensations the older woman was arousing within her.
As
she tended to “Emmas” other breast, Abbys’ hand slipped across “Emmas” taut
stomach and down to her shaven mound.
As her fingers lightly traced the slit between the labia she could feel
moistness. Wasting no time Abby slipped
a finger into the vaginal canal and slowly began to slide it in and out of the
lubricating hole. She added another
finger and began to pump faster as she toyed with the clitoris. Soon “Emmas” hips began to buck, her pussy
banging against Abbys’ hand as the young woman neared a climax.
“Emma”
was moaning loudly, her head straining up trying to reach Abbys’ lips to kiss
her. Abby could feel the tremors as the
young woman climaxed. Juices flowed
over Abbys' fingers as she continued to stroke “Emmas” clit until the spasms
subsided. “Emma” tried in vain to clamp
her pussy onto Abbys’ fingers as she removed them from her vagina. Abby sat up and looked at the young woman. A light sheen of sweat covered “Emmas” body
and her breasts rose and fell heavily as she breathed.
Abby
thought. “She didn’t fake that. We have her. I’ve got to talk to Dan before he comes in here.”
Standing
Abby pulled her dress on and covered “Emma”.
“Rest
“Emma Lou”. I’ll be back in a bit and
untie you.” She said as she exited the
room.
“Emma”
lay on the bed with her eyes closed.
She could feel her sex juices running down her buttocks and onto the
bedding between her legs and the warmth that still radiated from her body. Her confused mind was racing, she still
couldn’t remember anything, but she and Abby obviously had done this
before. How else would Abby know how to
excite and satisfy her. The sated woman
relaxed and drifted off to sleep.
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Abby
and Dan sat in the other room drinking coffee.
Abby had related the events of her time with “Emma Lou” and Dan sat, his
mouth agape, staring at her in disbelief.
“Just
go in there and act like she should know who you are.” Abby directed. “And remember her name is Emma Lou.”
Dan
walked into the bedroom and closed the door.
He stopped for a moment to look admiringly at the form outlined by the
blankets. Walking to the bed he
undressed then sat on the bed next to her.
Reaching beneath the blankets he messaged a breast. The movement aroused the sleeping “Emma
Lou”; she awoke and looked up at him.
“Who
are you? She asked.
“I’m
Dan, your husband, honey. Ma explained
to me that you’ve lost your memory “Emma Lou”.
But that’s okay we’ll all work together until you can remember
everything.”
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Tonta
approached the mesa where the Rangerettes’ signs had led. A movement in the brush caught her eye. Quickly she drew her six-gun and waited to
see her target. A white head appeared
and she sighed in relief as Silver stood before her.
“It’s
good to see you big fellow.” Tonta said
as she rubbed the stallions’ neck.
“Where is the Rangerette?”
Silver
turned and began leading her toward the mesa.
Tonta followed on Scout and was soon in the cavern leading to the secret
valley.
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Big
Bill, Whitey and Dave sat in their cabin.
It was a one-room building with bunks lining the walls, a table and
chairs, a cook-stove and a dirt floor.
The smell of stale tobacco, whiskey and sweat filled the air, but went
unnoticed by the occupants.
Whitey
and Dave listened as Bill related how he felled the intruder earlier in the
day. Though they tried to determine who
the rider was, Bill couldn’t tell them any more.
“Dan
picked up the body.” He said. “If you want to know anything else. Ask him.
But he told me I hit the guy right between the eyes with one shot. Even bragged about how good a shot I
was.” The big man said proudly.
“Yeah
and I’ll bet he invited you to dinner.”
Whitey said sarcastically. He
and Dave knew how Big Bill felt about Abby and Dan and kidded him mercilessly.
“Don’t
start on me.” Bill warned. Standing he walked to the door. “I’m going to get some fresh air. I’ll be back in a while.”
Whitey
and Dave watched and laughed after he left the cabin. They knew he was sneaking over to Abbys’ window to try to catch
her undressing for bed.
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Tonta
left the horses on the rim and crossed the valley on foot until she stood near
the cabin and house. She could hear men
talking in the cabin and decided to check the house first. Peering at the windows she found only two
rooms with lights burning.
The
first was the kitchen where she could see a brunette sitting at a table
drinking a cup of coffee. She fit the
description of the hostage the robbers had taken with them, but she didn’t seem
to be in any distress.
Moving
to the other window the maiden was shocked by the scene inside the room. The Rangerette was tied to a bed and a young
man was raping her, but her masked friend seemed to be enjoying it. She was thrusting her hips up to meet his as
he sawed in and out of her pussy.
Tonta
had focused all her attention inside the room and didn’t hear the footsteps
behind her. Suddenly there was a sharp
pain in her head then blackness surrounded the Indian lass and she limply
dropped to the hard ground.
Big
Bill knelt down to look at the luscious form of his victim lying before him as
he holstered his gun. Pausing out of
habit he looked into the window. He was
surprised to not find Abby, but Dan screwing some masked blond on Abbys’
bed. He decided to find out more about
this later, but he was getting a hard-on as his large hands groped the firm
breasts of the helpless woman beneath him.
Easily
lifting the unconscious woman he put her over his shoulder and quietly left the
window behind as he started to the cabin to show off his prize.
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Whitey
and Dave were playing cards as Bill entered the cabin. Both did a double take as they saw the
muscular tanned legs of Tonta against Bills’ broad chest.
Bill
walked to the table and cleared the cards off it with one swipe of his
hand. He then dropped Tonta onto the
narrow tabletop face up. The young
Indian maiden moaned, but did not waken.
Only from her shoulders to the small of her back lay on the table. Her head and legs hung off the sides of the
table.
The
three men stood looking at the limp form of their captive for a few minutes,
enjoying the sight of her full breasts straining against the vest she wore and
her flat firm stomach. In a frenzy they
unbuckled her gun belt and discarded it.
Then stripped her of her vest and loincloth leaving only her moccasins
and a thong covering her maidenhood.
“Get
a rope and the manacles we took off that marshal last month.” Ordered Bill.
Quickly
the handcuffs were retrieved and Tontas’ wrists were shackled to the legs of
the table. Her legs were spread and
trussed to the table legs. Satisfied
that the maiden was immobile the outlaws began to take off their clothes. The three stood around the unconscious woman
their perverted thoughts causing each to get an erection anticipating their
assault on the Indian maiden.
Big
Bill moved between Tontas’ legs. Using
a knife he cut the straps holding her thong and pulled it from her. Holding it to his face he breathed deeply of
her musky smell that filled the soft leather.
Throwing
it down, he grabbed Tontas’ taut buttocks and lifted her until his hard cock
was positioned at the entrance of her vagina.
He brutally shoved his cock until it penetrated her dry canal. Continuing to push he forced his member into
the tight orifice.
Tontas’
eyes opened in shock as the searing pain from her violated pussy jolted her
back to consciousness. Her
nether-region felt as if it was being scraped with a piece of tree bark.
She
opened her mouth to scream, but before any sound came out Whitey shoved his
prick into her warm velvety mouth.
Bill
still strained to get his complete length into her sex sheath. Breathing heavily and straining he only had
about half of his cock inside her.
Whitey stood with his penis in Tontas’ mouth not having to move as he
held her head, Bills’ sawing was forcing her forward and back on his waiting
dick.
Tonta
was still groggy from being clubbed and could only reason enough to try not to
suffocate on the cock that was beginning to enter her throat. Between the pain and the difficulty of
breathing her addled mind couldn’t begin to think of fighting her
attackers.
Dave
stood jealously watching his two cohorts enjoying the young Indian. There had to be a way for him to join
in. Suddenly a smile lit up his face
and he crawled onto the table.
Straddling Tontas’ midsection he grabbed her bouncing tits and lay his
dick between them. The sweat that had
formed on her allowed him to slide easily in the crevice that formed between
her breasts. Pinching her nipples
caused him to become even more aroused as he tit-fucked her.
Bills’
Cock was beginning to penetrate easier now.
The ravaged vagina was lubricating against his attack, trying to lessen
the chafing of its’ sensitive walls.
Soon the full length of his enormous shaft was inside the woman and his
balls bounced against her asscheeks. He
began to pull almost the full length of his dick from her, then ram it
completely in on each stroke.
Whitey
continued to fuck her throat. He
watched the head of his cock as it entered and stretched her throat. He had learned how long to leave it before
Tonta began to convulse from lack of oxygen.
Slowly, rhythmically, he began to build to a climax. He could feel his balls filling with
cum. Finally unable to hold it any
longer he spewed his sperm into the maidens’ mouth.
Tonta
choked on the thick, salty cum that filled her mouth and throat. Trying to swallow so that air could enter
her lungs, she sputtered and gagged as the cock in her mouth continued to spurt
the stringy juice. At last the rapist
pulled his dick from her mouth and she began to win the struggle to breathe.
Dave
was next and his engorged prick shot load after load onto Tontas’ face and
neck. He delightedly watched as cum
plastered itself to her face and ran into her hair. Dave continued to milk the liquid from his balls with her soft
breasts, until unable to continue he wearily climbed from the table and
slumping in a chair watched Bill finish.
Bill
roared as he pulled his pulsing member from Tontas’ vagina. Dropping her, he jerked his swollen dick as
strings of cum splattered onto her stomach and legs. Kneeling he lapped her juices from her sore cunt as he finished
jerking off. Satisfied he went to his
bunk and was soon snoring.
Whitey
and Dave followed his lead, leaving the object of their lust uncomfortably tied
to the table as she tried in vain to free her body from its’ bondage after the
brutal assaults.
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“Emma
Lou”, Abby and Dan lay sleeping on the bed.
Abby had entered the room after Dan and “Emma” finished having sex. She and Dan had untied “Emma” then she
removed her dress and the three had lain together. The mother and son stroked the young woman between them as they
answered her questions. The main thing
that troubled “Emma” was the mask.
Abby
said. “You’ve always worn that mask
dear. We’re bank robbers and you said
you wouldn’t take it off until we had our own ranch and lived honestly. Don’t you remember?”
“Emma”
shook her head. Nothing had seemed
quite right since she had awakened in this room. But the lovemaking and the wound on her head left her exhausted
physically and mentally. She drifted
off to sleep while the two toyed with her body; the answers might come
tomorrow.
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“Emma
Lou” awoke. The sun was streaming into
the room through the window. She was in
the bed alone. The memory of the past
night, of Abby and Dan, flooded back into her confused mind. She now accepted what she had been told and
passed off her doubts as a result of the wound to her head.
Abby
entered the bedroom and looked at Emma.
“You okay Emma?”
“I’m
fine Abby. My head still hurts some,
but at least I can remember everything we talked about and did last night.”
Abby
seemed relieved as she said. “ Let’s
get you out of bed and into the bath I have ready for you. It’ll help to put color in your cheeks.”
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Tonta
awoke still tied to the table. Her body
ached after sleeping on the hard table.
Her neck was stiff and sore from her head hanging back. She could feel someones’ finger pushing into
her tight anus. Raising her head she
saw Dave standing between her legs.
He
smiled as Tonta pulled her head up to look at him. “You’re awake. Good. I didn’t want to disturb you while you were
sleeping.” He said as he laughed. “I’ve just a few minutes until I have to be
on guard, so let’s get this done.”
Tonta
let her head fall back as Dave pushed his hard cock against her sphincter. She tried to squeeze her asscheeks together
and hold him out, but he won the battle and she felt the burn as he entered
her. Working quickly Dave soon had
buried his dick deep inside the maidens’ ass and began to short-stroke it. As the other two men began to stir he shot
his load inside Tonta then pulled out and wiped feces on her.
Bill
and Whitey each patted Tonta as they passed her on the way outside to relieve
themselves. “We’ll be right back.” Said Bill as he paused and maliciously
reached out to pinch her clit. Tonta
outwardly shuddered as pain shot through her sensitive nub.
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Emma
lay relaxed in the warm bath water with her eyes closed as Abby slowly bathed
every inch of her body. The soothing
caress of the older womans’ hands eased away the aches and pains from Emmas’
body. With her hair washed and her mask
cleaned she allowed Abby to stroke her nether regions, enjoying the rising
sensations she felt between her legs.
Abby
urged Emma onto her feet and helped her out of the bath. With a towel she began to dry the blond
taking great care to thoroughly massage each breast until the nipple stood tall
and hard. Then worked her way down to
the area between her legs for the manipulation of her labia and clitoris. Emma was responding as her body quivered
with eager anticipation.
As
Abby began to guide the willing woman to the bedroom, a knock rang out from the
front door breaking the spell she had over Emma. Quickly Abby shoved a robe into Emmas’ arms and said. “Put this on and stay inside the
house.” As she rushed to the front
door.
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On
the porch she recognized the sheriff of Plattstown. He was one of the many lawmen the gang paid to ignore this hidden
valley. He and Dan were smiling as they
talked excitedly.
“Ed’s
brought good news Ma.” Said Dan. “The big job we have been waiting for is
here!” He continued.
Abby
tried to calm him. “Slow down Dan. Take your time and tell me everything.”
“Ed,
you tell her.” Gushed Dan.
“Well,
Missus Parker the short of it is… a shipment of gold will be coming into
Plattstown on the stage tonight.
They’ll keep it in the bank overnight and ship it out at noon
tomorrow. I want twenty-five percent of
the take for telling you about it.”
“Twenty-five
percent of what Ed?” She quizzed.
“Two
hundred thousand dollars in minted gold coins.” He replied and smiled as he watched Abbys’ beautiful face
brighten.
The
plan was already formulating in the brunettes’ mind, as she asked. “Who will be guarding the gold Ed? And how many will be guarding it?”
“That’s
the beauty of it Abby.” He smiled. “There’ll only be my deputy and I. They’re trying to keep people from
suspecting anything by not having a lot of people around the gold. I brought you a drawn layout of the town and
the bank to look over. Now I’ve got to
get back in to town before the stage gets in.
When can I expect you?”
“We’ll
be in before noon tomorrow. You can
count on that. Will your deputy be in
on the robbery?”
“No. For now just the three of us know the details.” Said Ed.
As he mounted his horse he turned and waved. “See you tomorrow, partners.”
As
Abby and Dan watched the figure ride from the valley Abby said. “Get the rest of them over here now, we
need to go over what we’re going to do tomorrow.”
As
Abby walked back into the house, Emma was standing in the room where Abby left
her wearing the robe she had given her.
“Emma
I want you to go in the bedroom and wait for me. Take a nap it will be good for you.” Abby chided as she coaxed the young woman into the bedroom and
closed the door behind her.
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Dan
stood in the doorway of the cabin watching Bill and Whitey fuck a bound Indian
maiden. The womans’ mouth was stretched
to the limit by Bills’ huge cock as he forced it deeply into her, threatening
to cut her throat if she bit him.
Whitey was happily sawing in and out of her cunt, while he mauled her
tits.
“Where
the hell did she come from?” Dan
demanded to know.
“I
found her watching you fuck that masked blond last night.” Bill replied without looking away from his
victim. “Since you were enjoying
yourself, I didn’t think you would mind if we did.”
The
comment caught Dan by surprise but he couldn’t let Bill know that and retorted. “The blonds’ name is Emma Lou and she’s a
part of the gang now. So treat her with
respect when you see her. Just act like
you’ve known her for a long time.
Understand? Ma wants you up to
the house now for a meeting, so hurry up.”
Dan said and turned on his heel to leave.
The
pair began to work in earnest to complete their violation of Tonta. Though they could feign bravado in front of
Dan, both feared Abby. She could be
completely ruthless if crossed and they didn’t want that.
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Hours
later Abbys’ plans had been laid out before the gang and all questions had been
gone over and answered. Emma was in the
room dressed in one of Abbys’ dresses and became involved in the discussion. Abby was surprised to hear the young woman
offer valuable input to the plan.
Finally everyone was satisfied with the scheme and knew their roles in
the scenario that would unfold the next morning.
With
the planning done the three men left the house for their cabin and Abby left
Dan in the kitchen while she and Emma went to her bedroom.
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Big
Bill and his cohorts looked at the bound woman as they entered their
cabin. Tonta had not been moved since
she was secured to the table the night before.
She was covered with dried semen and feces. The sight and smell of the ravaged woman repulsed the men after
being around the sweet smelling Emma.
They decided to clean her up.
The manacles were unlocked, the ropes holding her were cut and she was
lifted from the table.
Tonta
valiantly attempted to struggle against her tormenters, but after the many
hours of bondage her legs and arms felt as if they were filled with lead and
the men easily overpowered her refastening the handcuffs behind her back. Pulling her moccasins off they added them to
her pile of clothing then picked her up and carried her from the cabin. Following a path behind the cabin they were
soon at the stream that ran through the valley. Walking into the water they unceremoniously dropped Tonta into
the cold stream.
The
water wasn’t deep and after the initial shock Tonta greedily buried her head in
the water and began to drink deeply of the cold water. She hadn’t had anything to eat or drink
since her capture and the water helped ease the pangs in her stomach.
The
three men began roughly scrubbing her body.
They had brought a burlap sack with them and used it to scour her. After what seemed an eternity they left
Tonta alone in the stream and she relaxed allowing the water to flow over her
tender, chaffed body.
Her
relaxation was short-lived however as the men now naked splashed back to where
she lay and dragged her onto the shore.
Big Bill lay on the ground his huge hard-on jutting skyward. Whitey and Dave picked the young woman up
and moving her over Bill began to impale her on his cock. Tonta was thankful that her vagina was wet. Though her canal was still tight the
moistness allowed the massive invader to enter her without much pain.
Once
Bills’ prick was completely inside the Indian maiden she was forced to lie face
to face with him. He held her in a bear
hug and pinned her legs with his spreading them apart. Whitey took advantage of the situation and
quickly entered Tontas’ vulnerable ass.
The two men each stimulated by the feel of the others cock brutally
began to fuck his hole as the woman between them went rigid with pain.
Whitey
could not contain himself and shot his load in a short time. He vacated Tontas’ ass and Dave immediately
took his spot and entered the tight warm hole.
Working slowly he enjoyed the feel of the contractions of the sphincter
on his cock and the feel of Bills’ cock rubbing against his. Soon he was snorting and panting as unable
to hold himself he too ejaculated into the helpless maidens’ anus. He rolled off the woman and joined Whitey in
the cold stream as Bill continued his assault.
Tonta
could feel Bills’ cock began to grow as he neared his finish. To her sore vagina it seemed to double in
size. He pushed her off him and pulled
himself from her sheath then roared as he spurted load after load of spunk on
her.
The
three men took a few minutes to wash their captive again then returned to the
cabin. Laying Tonta on her stomach on a
bunk they unfastened the manacles then refastened them with her arms fastened
around an upright post of the bunk.
Then her legs were tied to the sideboards. After checking to make sure she couldn’t escape she was covered
and the three outlaws crawled into bed and were soon sleeping.
Tonta
lay awake for a short time testing her bonds.
But soon her weakened condition and lying in a comfortable position
allowed the young Indian to mercifully slip into a deep sleep.
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Dan
waited in the kitchen for over half an hour before he quietly opened his
mothers’ bedroom door. Emma and Abby
were on the bed in a sixty-nine position.
Emma was on top facing away from the door and Dan watched jealously as
he watched Abby bury her face into Emmas’ pink vaginal area. Juices flowed freely over her face as Emmas’
body began to spasm from an orgasm.
Abby was also in the middle of a climax as Emmas’ tongue teased her
delicate clitoris.
Dan
shed his clothing and as Abbys’ climax began to ebb she saw him and beckoned
him onto the bed. As he crawled behind
Emma, Abby lowered her head and helped Dan insert his rigid cock into the
well-lubricated vagina of the blond.
Emma welcomed the penis that filled her tight canal and pushed her ass
tightly against Dan as he began to fuck her.
Dan
leaned forward and massaged the large mammaries that hung under Emmas’
chest. The nipples, already hard and
extended from brushing against Abbys’ stomach were sensitive causing her to
shudder with excitement as he manipulated them. As he fondled Emma and coaxed her toward another climax, Abby
sucked on his engorged balls and slipped her finger into Dans’ exposed anus.
The
combination of Emmas’ tight pussy gripping his cock and his mothers’ teasing
drove the young man over the edge and he pulled himself from the masked woman
just as he began to spurt. His cum
covered her shapely ass and dripped onto his mothers’ breasts.
Completely
spent after cumming Dan rolled off the two women and lay watching as Abby’s
mouth replaced his cock at Emmas’ vagina.
She helped Emma to finish the orgasm that Dans’ cock had begun, then she
licked the juices from the young womans’ cunt as Emma collapsed from exhaustion
atop Abby.
With
an effort the two women disentangled themselves and lay on each side of
Dan. The threesome lay together for a
bit enjoying the feel of warmth that emanated from their coupling then all
drifted off to sleep.
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Emma
awoke. Someone was moving in the
darkened room. As her senses returned
she could make out Abbys’ shape. The
older woman had dressed and was laying out clothing on the bed.
Abby
noticed movement from Emma and said.
“It’s time to get started. I’ve
sent Dan out to wake the others up.
Your clothes are on the bed. Get
dressed, there’s coffee on the stove.”
Abby
left the bedroom and was drinking coffee when Emma emerged. The clothing was Abbys’, but the two women
were so close in size that only tightness across the hips in the jeans and at
the breasts in the shirt hinted that the clothes might not be Emmas. The Rangerettes’ guns and boots were on a
chair by the table and Abby offered them to her. The guns had been unloaded just in case…
Emma
sat down and pulled her boots on then stood and buckled her gunbelt in place on
her hips. Practiced hands pulled each
weapon and loaded it then replaced it back into its’ holster. Abby breathed easier as having her own
weapons didn’t seem to alter Emmas’ actions or personality in any way. After checking them Emma went to the stove,
poured a cup of coffee and returned to the table.
The
women were talking quietly when Dan walked into the kitchen. He nervously looked at Abby. She nodded reassuringly and he relaxed.
“Everything
is ready. Finish your coffee and we’ll
start to town.” He said.
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By
nine-thirty the group was only a couple of miles out of Plattstown. Big Bill, Whitey and Dave each rode their
horse. Dan, Abby and Emma were in a
buckboard with two bench seats and enough room behind the seats to store the
gold. A pair of magnificent horses drew
it. They had been chosen for speed as
well as endurance. If needed for a
getaway the two could easily out-distance any posse.
The
three men separated from the wagon and rode ahead to take their positions in
town. Dan and the women took their time
as they followed.
Abby
and Emma wore loose dusters over their clothing so that their guns would not
show and Emma wore a sunbonnet with a wide brim that hid her mask.
As
the wagon pulled near the bank they could see that the others were in
place. Big Bill lounged outside the
bank trying to look sociable as the few people who were on the street walking
past the bank gawked at the big man.
Whitey and Dave were inside the bank, with their horses tied at a
hitching rail across the street.
Dan
guided the wagon into an alleyway next to the bank and jumped down. He pulled a hobble-weight from the back of
the wagon and tied the rope attached to it onto the harness of the lead
horse. Satisfied they wouldn’t wander
he helped Abby and Emma off the wagon and the threesome entered the bank.
Whitey
sat at the presidents’ desk pretending to be a cattle buyer. Dave sat in a chair on the wall waiting for
Whitey to finish his business. Two
tellers were in their cages and a couple of customers were doing business with
them. The sheriff and his deputy sat
near the safe. The deputy was armed
with a sawed-off shotgun. Both men
looked tired and bored as they ignored the comings and goings of customers in
the bank.
As
Dan and the two women took their places at the rail near the safe it was
Whiteys’ cue. Rising to his feet he
quickly walked behind the bank president and pulled his gun. Grabbing the man by the collar he yanked him
to his feet. Pointing his gun at the
mans’ temple, he yelled. “This is a
stick-up! Don’t anybody move or I’ll
kill him!”
The
deputy stumbled as he rushed toward the railing in front of the safe. Before he could regain his balance Abby
stood with her revolver in his face.
“Drop it.” She said quietly. Realizing he had no chance the deputy
complied and laid the shotgun on a chair.
Abby grabbed it and used it to cover the sheriff and deputy as she
holstered her gun.
Dan,
Emma and Dave had drawn their guns and were herding the tellers and customers
to where Whitey held the president.
After disarming the sheriff Abby moved him and the deputy over so that
Whitey could keep all of them under a watchful eye. With the bank under their control the outlaws went to the safe.
The
bank president looked on in shock as the robbers opened an unlocked safe
door. He sputtered at the sheriff. “You said you locked that after the tellers
got their trays!” The sheriff
sheepishly shrugged his shoulders and tried to look innocent under the hard
gaze of the bank official.
Emma
opened the side door of the bank that entered the alleyway where they had left
the wagon. Then she and Abby covered
the captives as the men began to load the wagon. There were forty bags in the safe, each containing five thousand
dollars in twenty-dollar coins and the men struggled under the weight of each
bag.
At
eleven o’clock only half the bags had been transferred to the wagon and the
number of people who were in the bank had grown by seven. As they had entered to do their business
they were disarmed and added to the group behind the desk.
Suddenly
Big Bill poked his head inside the door.
“We’ve got trouble out here!” He
shouted.
Dan
looked outside then ducked back into the bank.
“There’s a troop of cavalry up the street and they’re headed this way!”
“Shit!!” Blurted the sheriff. “They’re an hour early! They weren’t supposed to be here until noon!”
“We’re
done here!” Yelled Abby! “Let’s try to get the wagon out then it’s
every man for himself! Dan, you and
Emma get to the wagon, we’ll try to hold them until you start out of
town.” Holding the shotgun on the
hostages she said, “Just stay where you
are and nobody will get hurt!”
Abby,
Dave and Whitey bolted through the front door as Dan and Emma went out the side
door. Before they could get to the
wagon they heard the shooting begin out on the street. As Dan untied the horses Emma went to the
corner of the bank to see what was going on.
She
could see Abby, Big Bill, Whitey and Dave spread out and try to get horses from
the hitching rails to ride out of town.
Down the street a dozen troopers were in a skirmish line armed with
Henry repeating rifles firing at the outlaws.
Big
Bill was the first to fall. Walking
down the middle of the street his guns blazing he was an easy target for the
marksmen and the bullets poured into his large frame. He was within twenty feet of the riflemen before he fell, dead
before he hit the ground.
Abby
and Dave were cut down as they held the reins of skittish horses. Neither was able to mount before they were
hit with a barrage of lead. Abby made
an attempt to raise her gun to fire at the troopers, but the effort was too
great. She sighed then lay quiet.
Whitey
had mounted and his horse wheeled out of control. A bullet struck him in the chest and knocked him out of the
saddle. His boot stuck in the stirrup
and the horse dragged him toward the troopers.
He didn’t suffer long as bullets hit his bouncing body.
Emma
looked at the carnage in the street.
Only she and Dan remained alive and he knew nothing of his mothers’
death. Drawing a gun she stepped onto
the walk in front of the bank and began to fire at the men.
In
an instant their weapons opened fire at the young masked woman and she heard
the sound of bullets whistling about her and smashing into the wall next to
her. With one gun empty she holstered
it and began to draw the other.
An
errant shot hit the chain holding one side of a suspended sign and it swung in
an arc the corner striking Emma on the head.
Unable to maintain her balance she fell from the walkway into the alley. As her head struck the ground she lost
consciousness.
Dan
had freed the horse and turned just as Emma fell to the ground. At first he thought she was shot, but as he
quickly checked her found no blood and that she was still breathing. He lifted her into the wagon.
Leaving
the wagon for a moment he looked out on the street and saw the bodies of the
outlaw gang lying where the bullets had felled them. Tears welled up in his eyes as he saw the riddled body of his
mother on the dusty street.
Steeling
himself he jumped to the seat of the buckboard and began backing it from the
alleyway. The troopers were examining
the bodies on the street and didn’t pay any attention to the wagon until Dan
was straightening the horses to drive away.
He
heard voices behind him shouting for him to stop, but his mind was set and he
whipped the horses into a run.
He
didn’t hear the first shot, but he felt the bullet enter his back then the pain
as it hit a rib. He continued to whip
the team trying to get away. Then he
heard the shot. The slug slammed into
his flesh and as he looked down he saw the blood and flesh spew out the hole in
his chest.
But
still he continued to drive the horses at a breakneck speed through the back
streets of Plattstown until he was on the road outside town. He couldn’t give up now. He fought to stay conscious as the team
raced toward the hideout. He couldn’t
give in to the blackness that was trying to surround him.
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Consciousness
came slowly. Cobwebs seemed to shroud
her brain and her thoughts were not coherent.
The sound of running horses was in her ears and she could feel the jolt
and pitch of the wagon as it raced over bumpy ground. Forcing herself to move she grabbed the seat in front of her and
pulled up to look around.
A
man was driving the wagon. Caked blood
soaked his shirt. Using all her
strength she climbed onto the seat beside him and taking the reins slowly
brought the team under control until they were stopped. Setting the reins aside she turned her attention
to the injured man.
She
looked into his eyes. They were
lifeless. He had been dead for some
time. The horses had continued to run
on their own after he died and must have been returning to someplace they knew
well.
She
looked at her clothing. Only the guns
and boots were familiar to her. As she
looked around suddenly she realized she knew where she was. That mesa ahead of her was one of the last
things she could remember.
On
the horizon she saw the outline of two horses.
Her eyes lit up as she recognized Silver and Scout. But where was Tonta. As the two steeds neared the buckboard the
Lone Rangerette alit to meet them.
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Two
weeks later a wagon load of gold and money was found outside the marshals’
office in Perryville, a note was attached asking that the loot be returned to
its’ rightful owners.
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The
End