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Frontier Woman 
by YellowYenko (yellowyenko@hotmail.com)

***

Two men stake out a pretty woman and visit her when they 
know she's all along. (MMF, nc, rp, v, sn, size, oral)

***

Author Note: This story should not be read by minors or 
unstable people who cannot distinguish fantasy from 
reality! Rapists and abusers belong in prison! As 
always, I appreciate feedback and criticism, bad or 
good. It is not grammar correct, I am not a writer. If 
there is interest, I'll continue with the story as I am 
inspired.

***

Margaret Hansen rocked the old wooden chair back and 
forth while she knitted thinking she doesn't get much 
quiet time to herself, not with a man and a farm to care 
for. She liked being a wife and a farmer, but a woman 
needs times for reflection also. 

John said that he disparately needed to go to town and 
get supplies and wanted her to go with him. She told him 
to go alone, she would take this time alone and do some 
things she needed to do at the house. She watched as 
their workhorses pulled the rickety old wagon out of the 
yard and onto the dusty wagon path to town, so rarely 
used by them, since town was 5 miles away, a half a day 
travel, she wasn't up to it. S

he waved to him until he and the wagon were a mere speck 
on the horizon. She brushed a strand of brown hair away 
from her face and turned and went back into the house 
that she and her husband had built a number of years 
ago. It wasn't fancy, but very liveable and she added 
that extra touch to make it home.

She pulled the rocking chair over to the fire that 
crackled warmly with day old embers and began making her 
husband a new shirt. Store-bought items were out of the 
question, they could not afford many of the luxuries 
that people seemed to be buying these days. A lot had 
changed in the world since her and John, her husband, 
had moved her. She smiled to herself as she sifted 
through her memories.

*

"There's the house, Jake," Daniel said excitedly 
pointing down the valley. "Are you sure the woman is 
alone?"

"Yeah, I made double sure. Her old man went to town and 
shouldn't be back until late tonight," Daniel answered 
with tobacco juice suddenly spraying out of his mouth. 
"Damn!" Daniel said as he wiped his mouth. The two men 
turned their horses toward the log and sod house in the 
valley with a line of smoke going up from its fireplace, 
and spurred them forward at an easy trot. 

"She's going to be some fine pussy," Daniel gurgled. 
"It's been too long," Jake responded more to himself 
than to Daniel.

*

Margaret Hansen had knitted all she could before growing 
tired. She trimmed the lamps before going to her room. 
As she took the layers of clothes off, she admired 
herself in the full length mirror that John had 
surprised her with a couple of years ago. 

Dressed only in her knickers, she looked at herself and 
thought, "not bad for some frontier's woman of 37 years 
old." She admired her large breasts that John seemed to 
so enjoy, holding them in her hands for a minute before 
running her hands down to her hips and turning around to 
look at her butt. "Not bad at all." She thought. 

The barking of the dog startled her, she pulled a long 
night shirt on and went back out to the hearth area. The 
dog as sudden stopped barking. "Missy must be chasing 
shadows again," she thought as she chuckled at her 
sudden fear, something that she struggled with a lot in 
the past. John always told her that there was nothing to 
worry about, not living as far out as we did. Indians in 
this part of the country were rare, travelers of any 
type were rare, no more than a half a dozen people 
passed by their place this year alone. She returned to 
her and John's bedroom.

Daniel made sure the dog was out before continuing 
toward the sodbuster's house. He untied a short strand 
of rope from his unkempt jeans and pulled the rope away 
from the small burlap sack. "You got the sack, pardner." 
Jake asked as they neared the front door. 

"Right here," Daniel responded, holding up the sack, but 
Jake paid no attention. 

Jake licked his dry lips knowing that pussy would soon 
be his, but to do it right, he'd have to wait a little 
while longer. Jake knocked loudly on the solid but 
rickety latched wood doors. Daniel stood off to one side 
readying the burlap sack to pull over Mrs. Hansen's head 
when the opportunity presented itself.

The house remained dark, as Margaret grabbed the 
Peacemaker and made her way to the door. She wondered 
who it could be even though it was of a decent hour, 
perhaps nine o'clock. "Who is it?" She said on the other 
side of the door. 

"Your husband has been in an accident at the carnival, 
Mrs. Hansen," Jake said as calmly as possible. "Oh," 
Jake and Daniel heard the woman exclaim as she lifted 
the bolt to unlock the door. 

The door opened quickly and Mrs. Hansen, in her robe, 
stepped out with a concerned look on her face. Daniel 
moved with the quickness of a cat and pulled the burlap 
sack over her head, causing her to fall backwards away 
from the attack. 

Jake easily grabbed the Peacemaker out of her hand as 
she flayed backwards. Daniel followed her in and jumped 
on her as she thrashed around the hearth room trying to 
grab anything she could. He sat on the screaming woman 
and with rope from his pocket, tied her wrists behind 
her, much like he does calves for branding. The woman 
laid still on the floor, her robe had become uncashed 
but still covered her long nightshirt, her legs still 
free to do damage when the opportunity presented itself. 

"What do you want, who are you?" Mrs. Hansen screamed. 

The men ignored her as they ransacked the house looking 
for anything of value, but finding little. "Damn poor 
family here," Jake said out loud to himself. 

Daniel spit toward the fireplace, but his spittle well 
short splashed on the hardwood floor, "Let's get the 
hell out of here, they don't have anything we want," 
Daniel said, his face red under his coarse brown beard.

Mrs. Hansen lay quietly thinking that if they were 
robbers they might leave. Before she finished her 
thought, hands grabbed her by the hair and a rough voice 
said, "Git up there, pussy. We got you and that's enough 
for us." 

When she stood, she kicked wildly, before Daniel quieted 
her down by slamming his fist into her gut. She moaned 
and doubled her, feeling her breath suddenly left her 
body in one swift swoosh. Jake picked up the now quieted 
woman and kicked the door open, leaving it swinging on 
one hinge. Jake mounted his horse and instructed Daniel 
who was copping as much feels as he could, to give him 
the woman. He took the woman and laid her over the horse 
in front of him. 

As they started across the field, Jake rested one hand 
on Mrs. Hansen's ample ass, caressing and squeezing it 
as they went. Mrs. Hansen suddenly began to fight anew, 
Jake leaned back as far as he could and slapped Mrs. 
Hansen's ass several times as hard as he could, emitting 
loud yelps from her. "You struggle again, pussy, and 
I'll whip your ass good," He said sternly, and returned 
to caressing her ass. 

The sun was just rising on the horizon, when Jake and 
Daniel arrived back at their claim. As they reigned 
their horses up in front of the rough makeshift barn, 
Jake unceremoniously pushed Mrs. Hansen's body off the 
horse, she crumpled heavily on the ground. 

"Daniel, unsaddle the horses and brush them down and 
feed them some extra oats, I go in and rustle us some 
grub," Jake said. 

"What about her?" Daniel motioned to the body lying on 
the ground. 

"I'll take her in with me," Jake said. 

Daniel wanted to argue, but Jake's sheer size and 
reputation made him merely nod his head in agreement. 

"Come on, little filly," Jake cooed as he picked Mrs. 
Hansen's still limp form off the ground, suddenly she 
came alive and began kicking with all her strength until 
she felt her head yanked backwards and she began 
pleading for mercy as her hair began pulling out. The 
man led her through the shack's door and roughly pushed 
her onto a bed in the corner of the room. Mrs. Hansen 
fell heavily and began crying anew. Jake stoked a fire 
up in the woodstove and threw a pot of left over stew on 
the top. 

"Well, while we wait for our stew to cook, let's see 
what hidden treasures you have m'lady," Jake mocked. 
Mrs. Hansen shirked back against the corner, pleading 
and weeping. Jake suddenly jumped on her, her legs under 
him, his torso next to hers. He reached up and untied 
the burlap sack covering her head and yanked it off. 

Immediately she spat on him, "You pig!" 

Jake laughed and slapped her hard on the cheek, 
wrenching her head violently to one side. 

Before him, Jake beheld his prize. Mrs. Margaret Hansen, 
37 years old, 5'8" tall, long brown hair, slender of 
build, fair of complexion. "Come on now, you and old 
Jake are going to be good friends, don't treat your new 
man this way." 

Mrs. Hansen continued to weep, knowing full well what 
was in store for her. She had never known another man, 
just her John. Her stomach churned from the thought. 
"I've got to go to the bathroom," she suddenly said. 

"Oh, you have, have you? Well come on then." He pulled 
Mrs. Hansen up to a standing position and led her 
outside and around the corner of the house. He untied 
her wrists and stepped back, in order any sudden 
flailing would miss him. "Do you mind," Mrs. Hansen 
said. 

"Yes, I do mind. You can go to the bathroom in front of 
me or not at all, understand?" Jake said and turned and 
spit a long brown line of tobacco juice on the house. 
The glaring of the large man watching her go to the 
bathroom made Margaret blush right down to her toes. It 
was hard for her to concentrate. 

Suddenly out of the darkness appeared a mouse of a man, 
a young man, his mouth full of chew, rough stubble 
forming a semi beard on his face, teeth stained yellow 
and crooked from neglect, "Horses are done, stew done?" 
He asked as he looked Margaret up and down in her 
crouched position. 

"Almost," the larger one said. 

"I'll dish you out some stew and put it on the porch, 
tonight you sleep in the barn with the horses." 

"Your fucked too, I'm sleeping in the house!" 

Jake turned full bodied toward the small man and said, 
"Would you deprive a man of privacy on his wedding 
night?" 

Daniel let a long stream of tobacco juice fly from his 
mouth and said an expletive before turning and walking 
away. "Oh, by the way, tomorrow night you're getting 
married!" The large man chuckled. 

"I can't wait, be sure and cut me off a chunk of that 
bread we took from the old woman's house," Daniel said 
not turning back around.

"Finish up woman, our wedding bed awaits us," Jake said 
nonchalantly toward the peeing woman. 

Margaret looked for an escape only to find pitch 
blackness and silence all around her. She was scared, 
more than she'd been ever in her life. Jake yanked her 
up from her squatted position, she took this opportunity 
to try and lunge at him with her fist, only to have him 
to side step her and push her down toward the ground on 
which she landed hard. 

He then whirled around and sat on her back and leaned 
down and whispered to her, "If you don't straighten up, 
I'll make you sleep in the barn tonight with Daniel, no 
telling what he'll use on you out there." 

She said nothing, but merely allowed him to stand her up 
and she allowed herself to be pulled into the dirty 
shack of a house again. 

Jake dished out a plate of stew and tore a chunk of 
bread off for Daniel and put it on the stoop of the door 
for him. He then got the woman a plate, but she refused 
to eat. After eating the grub, he pointed at the crying 
woman on the bed and said gruffly, "Get them clothes off 
woman." She did not move an inch and looked defiantly at 
him and said, "Go to hell!" He guffawed, stew and 
tobacco juice falling from his mouth to his beard below, 
"have it your way, no, on second thought, I'll have it 
my way." And guffawed again.

Margaret's eyes grew wide as she watched the giant 
filthy man begin to undress. He literally had to peel 
his greasy pants off revealing matted hairy legs. He 
hung his gun belt on a hook near the door. He slipped 
his shirt over his head to reveal an almost ape like 
body, he had so much hair it appalled Mrs. Hansen. His 
cock was already rock hard from anticipation, long hard 
and angry. 

Mrs. Hansen jumped against the corner and yelped 
clenching her flimsy robe around her night shirt. Jake's 
cock jutted out in front of his body like a handle, he 
grabbed the monster as if directing it toward the 
fearful woman on the bed. "Come on bitch, we are on our 
wedding night," he chuckled still holding his tool in 
his hand. Mrs. Hansen was as far back in the corner as 
possible and began crying and screaming more.

Jake went back over to where he pants laid on the floor 
and pulled his leather belt out. He folded it and walked 
quickly over to the woman and began wailing her with the 
belt, not caring where he was hitting. She began 
screaming that much more, he beat her with the belt 
until she begged him to stop and curled up in a fetal 
position on the small bed. Jake dropped the belt and 
yanked her robe and night shirt easily off the woman. 

"Jeezuz, what a body!" Jake said as he stared at the 
fair complexion of the woman, her breasts jiggling from 
her sobs, nipples hard from anger. 

In a last ditch effort to protect her womanhood, Mrs. 
Hansen turned over on her stomach and laid on the bed 
with her arms pressed tightly against her. 

"Have it your way, bitch." Jake said as he crawled on 
top of the woman's back. At first, he merely laid his 
hairy body fully on the woman, enjoying the softness of 
her skin pressed into his. "Oh it's been too long," he 
reflected out loud to himself. His cock angrily pressed 
between her legs searching for an opening.

He pulled the woman's head back toward him by her hair 
and said, "If you ever want to see your family again, 
I'd cooperate." She allowed her legs to be pulled apart 
by his prompting, her sex was fully exposed to him as 
she laid on her belly with her nose pressed against the 
foul smelling covering of the bed. 

He opened her dry labia up with his fat finger and began 
sawing back and forth until her juices lubricated her 
hole. "That's a good whore, lubricate it for daddy," 
Jake chuckled enjoying the rape. 

He positioned himself over the back of the poor woman 
and guided his cockhead to her wet hole but did not 
penetrate her, he merely teased her opening with his 
cock. Jake had been with several whores and had even 
been raised in a whore house of sorts where the women 
taught him the fine art of satisfying a woman at a very 
young age.

Jake felt Mrs. Hansen's body loosen and knew her body 
was going to start denying the woman as it readied 
itself to be fucked. Jake sent his moist fingers to her 
puckered ass and spreading out her cheeks with one hand, 
he sent a finger deep into her ass, she bucked her ass 
down realizing where he was, "Please not there, please, 
you will hurt me, please," she begged. "I'll do anything 
for you, but please not there."

"Anything?" he asked while still assaulting her ass 
opening with his fat finger. "Will you fuck my old dog 
out front for me?"

The woman said nothing, but loosened her sphincter 
muscles. He chuckled again, "I guess not, eh?" Jake 
could not hold back any longer and positioned his cock 
once again at the folds of her pussy and thrust in hard, 
the woman yelped at the sudden intrusion of his long 
hard cock. He just laid there for a few seconds, with 
his cock impaled in her pussy before starting to pump in 
and out of her slowly. The woman's body began betraying 
her again as she pushed back against him. 

"Mmm, liking it already, huh?" He whispered as he pumped 
in and out of her. He slowly raised himself up on his 
knees pulling her body with him until she was on her 
knees and began thrusting more quickly in and out of 
her. 

Mrs. Hansen bit hard into her hands, not wanting to give 
him the pleasure of hearing her moan from the sex. She 
merely grunted and continued to cry. Jake quickened his 
pace and shortly dumped his seed into her love channel. 
He grunted and the woman fell forward, Jake followed and 
just laid on top of her, his softening cock still in 
her.

Jake pulled out of her suddenly, making her yelp again 
and moved down the bed toward her sex. He parted her ass 
cheeks once again and suddenly plunged his tongue deep 
into her puckered anal opening. She grabbed the sides of 
the bed and whispered heavily, "No, please don't do 
that." Her voice trailed off as Jake continued his oral 
assault. "No, no, no," the woman whispered feeling her 
sex rising to the boiling point until she had a orgasm, 
her body shook and she continued to weep. 

Jake position his once again hard cock against her anal 
opening and slid his cum glistening cock into her ass. 
The woman bucked down as hard as she could to no avail, 
the cock was not coming out. He slapped her ass cheeks 
and roughly rolled her large breasts in one hand while 
holding her shoulder with his other. He pumped in and 
out of her ass, she merely whimpered as he humped. 

The feeling of power swept over Jake and he grabbed both 
her shoulder blades and began driving his cock hard in 
and out of her ass. Her body was jiggling with each 
downward thrust. After coming a second time, he rolled 
her over on her back with little protest from the raped 
woman and stared glassy eyed at her large breasts, her 
arms now were merely hanging off the sides of the bed, 
her eyes closed, her face wet with tears. 

He bent down and began licking and sucking her pussy and 
clit, causing her body to tense up, still not wanting to 
show him her body's pleasure. He licked up her sweaty 
stomach to the large breasts laying flat against her 
chest and put each nipple into his mouth, flicking his 
tongue over them. She let out a small moan. "Um-um, you 
like, don't you woman?" He whispered raspily. He then 
brought his mouth down on hers and began kissing her 
lips, sliding down to her neck and back and forth from 
her breasts to her mouth. 

She only opened her eyes when she felt him slide his 
body up on her tummy. He pressed her tits around his 
cock and began tit fucking her, the tip of his cock 
knocking on her tightly closed mouth on the upward 
movement. He began laughing at her when he felt his 
third load building. 

"Open your mouth, or die woman." 

Instinctively, she slightly parted her lips as he began 
spurting cum. The first stream went between her lips, 
the next onto her face.

Spent, he tied the woman's hands and ankles to the bed 
without allowing her to clean up, and went to sleep half 
straddling her.

*

"Excuse me, excuse me!" Jake awoke to the voice.

"Huh?" 

"Excuse me, I've got to go to the bathroom, or you'll be 
swimming in a few minutes." The nude woman said. 

He dragged himself up off the bed, rolling over heavily 
on her nude body, only half remembering the events from 
the day before. "Oh, oh, okay." He cut the restraints 
and allowed the woman to get up. 

She stretched her abused body and said, "I've got to go 
to the bathroom and if you don't mind, wash." 

"Okay, you can go to the bathroom and use the trough 
outside to wash up," He said nonchalantly as he opened 
the door and stood back. 

Mrs. Hansen did not believe that he was going to let her 
go by herself and kind of looked back at him. 

"Oh, don't worry, woman, you can't go anywhere. You're 
nude and in the middle of nowhere, you don't have 
anywhere to run and if you do, Daniel might find you and 
I have to tell you, Daniel is a little sick when it 
comes to women, he likes to carve `em up," Jake said 
with a smile, exposing his yellow crooked teeth. "I'm 
going to start on breakfast.

In the dark of the cabin and the early morning, the sun 
not yet up, Mrs. Hansen looked around cautiously as she 
knelt and did her business, still feeling the soreness 
of Jake's assault from the night before on both her 
orifices. She gingerly walked over to the trough and 
washed herself the best she could. 

As she was bending down and washing herself a young 
voice startled her from behind. 

"So, you're cleaning up for me now, huh?" 

She jumped backward as if to back into the shack, when 
the young man's arms encircled her and began carrying 
her toward the stick enclosure they called a barn. 

She began screaming for her life, "Jake! Jake, help! 
Please help me!" 

Jake stepped out of the shack and yelled to Daniel, 
"Bring her in here and let's eat some breakfast, Dan'l." 

"Hell, no, I don' want no breakfast, I jus' wan' this 
woman," he responded not turning around and not 
stopping. 

"DAN'L, DON'T MAKE ME COME OUT THERE, NOW GET IN HERE 
NOW!" Jake shouted. 

In one swift motion, Daniel turned and brought the big 
Navy hogleg up from his side and in the early dawn as 
the sun just started coming up, the fire from the big 
pistol jumped a good 6" out of the barrel of the gun. 

The look of surprise in Jake's face was frozen in place 
as he fell dead right where he stood in the doorway of 
the shack. With the woman still encircled in his arms, 
in almost a state of shock, Daniel walked toward the 
house, dragging her along with him. 

Jake laid sprawled naked, half in the shack and half 
out. Jake pushed Mrs. Hansen over the dead body into the 
shack and he drug Jake's body, still convulsing in death 
throes to the side, out of sight. 

Daniel peeled his clothes off while he was outside, thin 
and gaunt compared to Jake's large muscular build, his 
cock, twice the size of Jake's, stood out erect from his 
body. A true third foot that he'd always been proud of. 
Carrying only his hogleg, Daniel walked into the shack, 
Mrs. Hansen was on the floor just beyond the doorway, 
almost exactly where Daniel had projected her over 
Jake's body, crying and her body shaking in a state of 
shock.

"Get over to the bed woman," Daniel said gruffly and 
gave her a light kick in the side, not enough to injure 
her but enough to leave a bruise. Like a mouse, she 
scurried over to the bed, still crying. Her eyes 
remained closed as Daniel and his erect 12-inch cock 
neared her. Nonchalantly, Daniel put the muzzle of the 
hogleg against the crying woman's head and said, "Open 
your eyes, bitch." 

Mrs. Hansen opened her eyes and looked squarely into the 
largest cock she'd ever seen. 

"Now, open your mouth and pleasure me. One bite, and 
you'll never see John again," Daniel sneered. The name 
of her husband, jerked her away and she decided she 
wanted to live, she wanted to live and see her John 
again. The woman opened her mouth and Daniel moved 
forward sliding his cockhead into the opened lips, the 
muzzle of his pistol still pressed against her temple. 

With gusto, Mrs. Hansen began doing to the young man 
something that she'd only done to John. She licked, 
sucked, and slid her mouth on and off of the young man's 
cock. It didn't take long for Daniel to shoot his wad, 
he clamped his free hand on the back of the woman's 
head, gagging her as his cock slid down her throat, the 
white salty liquid coated her throat, as she dry heaved 
in deep gags for air and out of repulsiveness. 
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Daniel slipped his still hard cock out of her mouth and 
with his pistol, motioned for her to stand up, "Go cook 
us up some food, I'll be right here, watching you."

Mrs. Hansen made do with what she found and cooked some 
salt meat, potatoes, and a pot of coffee for breakfast, 
The men still had the bread they'd taken from her home 
the previous night and she broke off a couple of chunks, 
one for each of them. If she was to make it through this 
nightmare, she would have to eat for strength.

She sat at the crude table across from the young man, 
Daniel, perhaps no older than 20, and ate. Her large 
breasts swung precariously with each movement she made. 
She was aware of his staring at her and she remembered 
what Jake had told her that morning about Dan'l. 

"You got nice tits, Mrs. Hansen," Daniel said. 

She said nothing, knowing she would be raped again 
shortly. She stared at Daniel's pistol as it laid on the 
table near his hands. "Don't even think about it," he 
said as if reading her mind.

Daniel pushed back his chair from the crude table and 
told Mrs. Hansen, "Come here," and motioned toward him. 
The 37 year old woman stood slowly and walked over to 
him, seeing immediately his gigantic cock jutting upward 
from between his legs. "Swing your leg over and guide me 
into you," he said smiling and showing his crooked 
yellow teeth, and tobacco and food stains in his sparse 
beard. 

She turned around to back up when he whirled her around 
to face him and said, "face to face!" She swallowed hard 
and tears formed at the corners of her eyes, but she did 
as he asked. She took a hold of his cock and guided it 
toward her womanhood only to squeal, "I'm dry, I can't 
take you!" 

Without taking his eyes off of her, Daniel reached over 
to the butter dish and fingered up a glob of butter and 
smeared it in and around her opening, "Now you're not." 

She grabbed his cock and positioned it on her buttered 
opening and sat slowly down on Daniel. The rancid odor 
of his clothes and skin made almost throw her food up, 
but she held it down. He slid the hogleg well away from 
her and then grabbed her hips and said, "You fuck me, 
understand. Fuck me." 

Tears were streaking down her face as she began moving 
her hips up and down the giant cock within her. He 
grabbed the back of her head and pulled her toward him 
and began kissing her face and neck. She gagged as he 
kissed her, but never stopped gyrating, fearing the 
young man a great deal. "Work my big cock, woman. Work 
it," he raspily whispered. 

Her body began to betray her again, as she felt his big 
cock sliding in and out of her. He suddenly pressed his 
lips against hers and slid his tongue into her mouth. 
Not being able to take this, she suddenly lept 
backwards, drawing her off of his cock and soundly 
hitting the floor, he followed her down and angrily 
slapped her face and pulled her hips toward his jutting 
cock and slammed into her pussy, saying, "Yeah! I like 
it this way. Fight me, whore." 

She was still working her body backwards on the wood 
floor, her arms above her head when suddenly she 
stopped. Her hand had touched the butt of a pistol lying 
on the floor. Her mind working as her body was being 
raped, "Jake must've had his pistol in his hand when 
Daniel shot him." 

Daniel was beyond realization as he continued to ram his 
cock angrily in and out of Mrs. Hansen. She fingered the 
pistol and took notice that it was already cocked and 
ready to fire. Her opportunity soon arrived, Daniel 
jerked his body in an upward thrust, burying his cock 
deep into her and holding her tightly began shooting his 
load. When he opened his eyes, the last thing he saw was 
the muzzle of a large caliber Colt .44. The blast took 
off the top part of his head and sprayed blood and brain 
tissue across most of the room. He fell backwards dead, 
his cock still erect.

Mrs. Margaret Hansen laid still on the floor for some 
time, not believing her ordeal was finally over, the 
smoking Colt still grasped tightly in her hands, the 
butt of which resting on her stomach. After several 
minutes, she stood up, appalled at the sight of the 
blood and tissue of the former Daniel. She spat heavily 
on his body as she stepped over him. She took her time 
and searched through the few lockers that were in the 
shack, but didn't find anything of worth, not even clean 
clothes. 

She found her dirty robe and nightshirt, squeezed 
between the wall and the bed, and went out and washed 
them in the trough and hung them out to dry. As they 
were drying, she walked to the side of the house and 
defecated directly on the body of Jake which had flies 
already congregating on the congealed blood. The sun was 
high by this time and it was hot. She walked to the barn 
and saddled the horses, packed a couple of sacks of 
dried beef and oats for the horses and swung them over 
the spare horse. 

She walked naked to the her clothes already dried from 
the searing sun and put them on, but took a knife and 
cut the floor length outer robe in half, to be used as 
not only a flimsy coat, but also wrappings if she needed 
them. She grabbed Jake's repeating rifle and scabbard 
and his pistol, whatever ammunition she could find, and 
prepared to leave. 

Her thought patterns were scattered, she was angry, she 
was scared, she was thinking crazy. Before leaving, she 
broke the 2 coal oil lamps they had in the house and 
scattered the fuel over the contents and then lit the 
wick of one of the lamps and threw it on the oil, making 
it instantly light up the fuel. As she rode off into the 
horizon, the cabin was engulfed in flames.

Mrs. Margaret Hansen knew not where she was, nor what 
direction in which her and John lived. So she decided to 
ride North, why she didn't know, only that her husband 
said most bandits on the run from the law, rode South to 
Mexico, although she did not know where Mexico was.

"What is a woman doing way out here, by herself? Is this 
trap?" The warrior from the Apache Nation, asked his 
companion. The braves were scouting for Bison, when they 
came upon a rise and saw Mrs. Hansen. "Let us follow." 
The warrior said and spurred their ponies forward, 
skirting the woman's direction from a nearby timbered 
ridge.

They followed the woman for the better part of the day, 
neither saying much to the other, the warrior's eyes 
narrowed and finally said, "She has the big gun," making 
reference to the Henry repeating rifle in the scabbard. 
"Huh!" Came the response of the other. 

Mrs. Hansen had to stop, the sun was down, but still 
illuminating the summer sky, her arse ached being on the 
saddle all day. She wished she'd thrown a blanket onto 
the saddle to ease the ride, but she hadn't. She stopped 
at a small spring, she unsaddled the horses but kept 
their reigns on and tied them to a tree after allowing 
them to drink deeply of the cool fresh water. She laid 
down on the ground, her head on one of the saddles, the 
Colt pistol grasped tightly in her hand and went to 
sleep.

The Apache warrior motioned to the brave to go and get 
the horses. He sliced through the timber like a snake, 
silent and unseen. The horses only stamped their hooves 
when they became aware of his presence. He patted the 
horses with expertise and untied the reigns and led them 
away from Mrs. Hansen's camp. 

The Warrior, Taubansee, snaked upon the sleeping Mrs. 
Hansen and suddenly jerked the pistol away from her 
hands, she came off the ground kicking and screaming, 
not being coherent enough to see what was happening. The 
Warrior laughed and made sure he was well back from her 
flailing around. As quick as a cobra striking, the 
warrior struck Mrs. Hansen, she toppled to the ground 
unconscious. The great warrior Taubausee, quickly 
unsheathed the Henry repeating rifle and grabbed the 
ammunition bag, stuck the pistol in the bag also and 
tied it to his horse. 

Working with precision, he looped dried sinew deer skin 
rope around the neck of the unconscious woman and pulled 
it tight. He then drew some of the spring water out with 
his hands and threw it on the woman, who coughed and 
spit herself back to consciousness. Her eyes grew wide 
as she realized her situation, seeing the two Indians 
dressed in only loin cloths, their long greasy black 
hair hanging loosely past their shoulders. "You come!" 
Taubansee said to the woman.  

He lept onto his horse and turned his paint back toward 
the direction in which they came. Margaret had to either 
follow or be choked by the tightening rope around her 
neck. Barefooted, she was barely able to keep up, but 
did well under the circumstances, for a mile or two, 
until exhaustion overtook her and she fell to the 
ground. 

Taubansee stopped the horse and looked back toward the 
inert form of the woman on the ground and said to the 
brave, "Weak, will have to carry." The brave brought one 
of her horses up, but Taubansee stopped him and said, 
"No, she'll ride with me." 

He hoisted her over his paint, tightly tying her hands 
and ankles together under the horses belly. Taubansee 
lept on the horse again and smiled at the possibilities 
in front of him. With a crude, but very sharp knife, he 
sliced the woman's flimsy garments away from her body 
and let them fall from her, leaving her nude in front of 
him, her ass jutting out in such a fashion, he could 
rest his hands holding the reigns of the horse on it.

As Taubansee and the brave rode toward their village, 
Taubansee took full advantage of the situation. As they 
rode, he pushed his fingers in and out of the woman's 
ass and manhole, sometimes getting as much as half his 
hand in her opening. He grunted and moved to accomodate 
his manhood also excited. "Woman, good bok, work well, 
make good babies." He chuckled to the brave who looked 
on with equal interest. 

The Apache Village was a good day's ride from where they 
had snatched the woman, far away from where they were 
supposed to scout, but they had not expected to 
encounter such a easy foe. Their Chief, an old man by 
the name of "Soka" meaning, `run swiftly' would be angry 
at them, but Taubansee demanded great respect. Of all 
the warriors, he alone had taken coup on the Great White 
Buffalo and had killed many enemies of the Apache, white 
as well as Crows, another Indian band.

The sun was rising in the East when Taubansee and Little 
Foot topped the rising and saw the village. The women 
and children were already scurrying here and there 
fixing their warriors something to eat. The children 
were the first to see them and ran to where they were. 
The children were fixated by the white glowing body of 
the woman over the horse in front of Taubansee. Shouts 
were lifted up when the women saw the brave and great 
warrior approaching with contraband. 

As Taubansee and Little Foot rode into the inner circle, 
Taubansee lept off the horse and cut the leather thong 
holding Mrs. Hansen in place on the horse, allowing her 
body to drop heavily on the ground, her great white 
breasts gleaming in the morning sun. 

"Behold, I, Taubansee, have brought to you, a white 
woman, 2 horses," and holding up the Henry high above 
his head, "and the great fire shaft." 

A rise of cheers met his words as he stood proudly. From 
the colorful teepee at the forefront of the inner 
circle, a sun baked old squaw lifted up the flap to the 
teepee and emerging from the inner room was a bent old 
man, face a thousand wrinkles, teeth crooked and broken, 
thin as a rail. He straightened his body and looked at 
Taubansee and said, "Welcome back, Taubansee!" 

And then he began to inspect the contraband, spending 
considerable time looking at the woman just waking up. 
"Be careful, Soka, she is sprite as a wolf." Taubansee 
laughed with the others joining in. Mrs. Hansen's eyes 
suddenly jerked open and as she tried to kick the old 
chief, Taubansee yanked hard on the rope still lashed to 
her neck and pulled her into submission. 

Her blue eyes glared at the old man while slowly 
realizing that she was in more danger than ever. The 
women and children laughed and poked their fingers at 
the scared and crying white woman. The old man motioned 
for Taubansee to follow him into his teepee, he pulled 
Mrs. Hansen along behind him as he bent down and went 
into the teepee, still carrying his rifle in his hand.

The teepee's floor was made up of many buffalo robes, 
elk skins, deer skins, etc., A young Indian woman yelped 
at the intrusion of Taubansee and the strange white 
creature. She pulled her covering over her body to cover 
her nakedness. 

Soka motioned for Taubansee to sit, he did so and pulled 
the woman down with him. He laid the Henry repeater on 
the other side of him. In Apache, the two spoke in 
muffled tones, "What plans do you have of the woman?" 
Soka asked. 

"My family's slave woman," Taubansee answered. 

"She who bathes in river," will not like her," Soka 
answered. 

"She will do as I bid," Taubansee said. 

"What gifts did you bring me?" Soka wanted to know 
eyeing the repeater. 

"I bring you the little fire shaft," pulling out the 
Colt .44 and the bag of ammo, it is small and can be 
used to protect our village when the braves are 
hunting," Taubansee replied, making a motion toward the 
repeater, "the great fire shaft will down many buffalo 
and enemies at a great distance." 

The old chief grunted as he looked over the pistol, but 
still eyeing the repeating rifle. "I also bring you two 
fine strong riding horses." Taubansee added hoping this 
would deter the old man from wanting the fire shaft."

The old man grunted in agreement and said, "Good luck in 
taking her to your woman," and he chuckled and motioned 
for the two big brown eyes peering over the elkskin to 
join him. 

The young Indian girl scurried over and sat on his lap 
and he began fondling her smooth brown breasts as she 
continued to stare at the white woman. "Thank you, O 
Great Soka!" Taubansee said respectfully as he backed 
out of the teepee with the nude white woman and the 
repeating rifle in hand. 

The children and women renewed their poking of the white 
woman as Taubansee walked toward his own Teepee, his 
woman, "She who bathes in the River" or Shela, for 
short, had been intently staring at the goings on but 
made no approach, angry at Taubansee for his reproach 
the day before.

Mrs. Hansen was beyond trying to hide her nakedness, and 
walked submissively behind Taubansee, assuming this was 
her punishment for killing Daniel. Taubansee was greeted 
by two small children, but his wife angrily said, "who 
is this... this... animal!?" 

"She is a slave to be worked by you and enjoyed by me," 
he said in Apache. 

Shela waylaid Mrs. Hansen with the long wooden spoon she 
was using to stir the stew. Margaret yelped as the spoon 
hit her leaving a red welt on her side. Taubansee did 
not try and protect Mrs. Hansen from the obvious anger 
of his squaw, but merely pulled her in his teepee and 
said, "sleep now, you cook, woman!" He pushed Mrs. 
Hansen through the open flap of the teepee and was 
promptly hit in the back with the spoon, he laughed at 
his wife's anger.

The white woman before him, was caked with dirt, welted 
from bug bites, and the spoon welt of course, her brown 
hair, matted from sweat and dust, hung below her 
shoulders. Taubansee pushed the white woman down into a 
plush buffalo robe and without closing the flap of the 
teepee, quickly dropped the loin cloth, revealing his 
hardening uncircumcised cock. Mrs. Hansen was too far 
gone to care, she simply rolled over on her back and 
tried to shut her eyes in sleep. 

Taubansee laid down on the white woman, sliding his cock 
into her dry hole, Mrs. Hansen squealed from pain, but 
made no attempt to get away. Taubansee fucked Mrs. 
Hansen quick and hard and within a couple of minutes 
filled her with his seed. "Shela, come here!" he called.

Shela came into the teepee, followed by the two 
children, one 3 and the other 5 winters old. "Smother 
her face with your sweet juices, Shela." Taubansee 
ordered. 

The young 20ish year old squaw dropped her clothes and 
positioned herself over the white woman's head and 
squatted fast down on the woman's head, eyes still 
closed. Suddenly, Mrs. Hansen's eyes snapped open and 
looking about wildly, but unable to move, because 
Shela's knees holding her head still, cried out. 

Shela planted her manhole directly on the mouth of the 
white woman, as Taubansee fingered the white woman's 
manhole. Mrs. Hansen was trying to thrash her head back 
and forth, not knowing what the other woman wanted, when 
Shela said in broken English, "Eat, eat me." 

"No, please, no please," Mrs. Hansen begged. 

"Eat me or I'll give you to my dogs," Shela threatened. 


Mrs. Hansen began eating the young Indian woman, giving 
her obvious pleasure. Taubansee snaked his hands around 
his wife's back and began kneading her small breasts, 
rolling their nipples in his fingers and kissing her 
neck and back. Taubansee whispered in Shela's ear, "Move 
to the front, we'll turn the white woman over, she can 
eat you and I will make her ours forever, indicating a 
ass fucking and a brand to be place on her ass cheeks 
after he has her."

Shela stood up, stepped over and laid down, her legs 
splayed out, lining the white woman's body. Taubansee 
stood up and easily rolled the white woman over onto her 
stomach, Shela moved her body down and picked up the 
white woman's hair and slid her manhold under her mouth 
and said, "eat." Mrs. Hansen did so obediently. 

Taubansee disappeared outside and then came back in. He 
stood over Mrs. Hansen's body and pumped his still hard 
uncirmcised shaft and knelt down and forced Mrs. 
Hansen's legs apart. Mrs. Hansen tried to speak, only to 
be hit on the side of the head by Shela, she continued 
to eat Shela. Taubansee spread open Mrs. Hansen's ass 
cheeks and slid his finger in and around her ass, making 
her moan in pain. 

He positioned his manhood at her ass opening and rammed 
his cock hard downward until his balls were pressed 
against her flesh. Mrs. Hansen groaned in pain at the 
sudden intrustion, but did not try and fight, it was 
hopeless anyway. 

Taubansee ground his manhood into her ass, while she ate 
his wife's manhole until he unloaded his seed in her ass 
with a grunt. He rolled off and went back outside and 
carried in a red hot poke of iron shaped crudely in a 
unreadable sign and motioned for his wife to back away. 
When she did, he pressed the poke firmly and quickly on 
and off Mrs. Hansen's buttocks, the smell of searing 
flesh overcame the tent. 

Mrs. Hansen screamed out strange words to the Apache's 
ears and as quickly passed out.

When she awoke, she was tethered outside, nude. Two 
mongrel dogs laid near her, the children were sitting on 
her, pinching her skin with their coarse hard fingers. 
She felt the source of her pain, only to shrink back 
from touching it, knowing full well that she'd been 
branded. A bowl of food was placed in front of her and 
Shela made a motion for her to eat. She was famished and 
ate, although it tasted horrible.

As night fell, she fully expected to be invited in to 
the teepee with its comfortable skins, but she wasn't. 
Taubansee and his family went into the teepee and left 
her outside tethered for the night. She curled her nude 
aching body into a fetal position and fell asleep 
dreaming of the house her and John shared, a distant 
memory. She awoke the next morning hearing voices, Shela 
was cooking, the children milling around and Taubansee 
nowhere to be seen. 

She got Shela's attention and put enough sign together 
to indicate she needed to go to the bathroom, Shela 
merely pointed to the ground and turned back around and 
attended her chores. Mrs. Hansen noticed for the first 
time that she was laying in dog-shit and just assumed 
the position and added her own, she had sunk low since 
her ordeal had started less than a week before. She 
wondered where John was, he must be sick with worry, he 
would not rest until he could find her, but where was 
she...

Suddenly there was screaming in the village, children 
and women began running toward the woods, she heard the 
tell tale sign of the Colt .44 pistol barking, and 
within minutes nothing, silence. She had only 2 feet on 
her tether to move, not even enough leeway to stand up. 

As she looked toward the village, she suddenly became 
aware of someone near her. She jumped back and saw the 
largest Indian she'd ever seen, a menacing presence, 
long black greasy hair, face painted completely in 
black, a long loin cloth, much longer than the Apache 
warrior, Taubansee, and long muscular legs. He walked 
over to her and said something. She cowered her head 
down. 

He cut the tether easily with a long knife and picked 
her up and looked her up and down. The abuse she endured 
in the past week was great, but it did not hide her 
womanly figure yet. She stood, her great meaty breasts 
bounced still firm and white, the only marks on her body 
was the welt of the wooden spoon and bug bites. 

The tall menacing black faced warrior grunted his 
approval and dragged her to his horse. Once again she 
was forced to ride bent over a horse in front of a man. 
The warrior rode down through the once serene Apache 
village, there were many bodies of children and women 
lying in various positions in the village, seeping out 
its death spray. 

The old chief was lying prostrate in the inner circle, 
his short fire shaft still in his hand, three Crow 
warriors lying around him with great fatal wounds in 
their bodies. The others, quickly picked up their dead 
and they headed away at a fast trot. Mrs. Hansen did not 
see Shela nor Taubansee's children and assumed they got 
away and hid in the timber.

Once again as the horse trotted, she felt a man's 
fingers probe her openings. The large warrior made no 
amends and dug deep into her sex and ass with his 
fingers. She felt his hardness bouncing against her side 
as they rode. They rode for several hours, his fingers 
never straying far from the white woman's inner folds. 

Finally the band stopped, the warrior let her slide from 
the horse, her body landing on the ground with a thud. 
She heard the trickling of the stream and made a beeline 
toward it and crawled in the stream and drank deeply and 
washed her body as quickly as she could. 

The warriors laughed as the woman thrashed around in the 
water, running her hands over her body. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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