Part II - Sarah's Past Haunts Her!
Sarah swam up out of a dense fog into total darkness. She tried to move her limbs and realized that she was tied face down over some sort of bed-like structure. Her butt was slightly elevated, and her legs were spread wide and tied securely. The surface was padded and smelled like leather. It felt smooth and vaguely oily against her cheek; like it had been used often for such purposes.
Her arms were tied straight over her head to... something... she didn't know what. She struggled for a moment trying to loosen her bonds, but it was soon clear that the ropes, however soft, were strong and tied securely.
She tried to think but she was still fuzzy from the wine she had drunk... and from whatever he had drugged her with! She lay there helpless considering her situation. A greasy knot of fear twisting in her stomach...scenes from her past played slowly in her mind as she waited there in the darkness. Memories of the last time she was tied helpless...
Her mother had died when she was 13 leaving her the only female on the 12,000 acres of their isolated Nevada ranch. As she matured, she'd begun to attract the attention of the men who worked on the ranch and over time, she'd become skilled at fending off their endless advances, managing somehow to remain a virgin in a world of horney men.
Growing up the only female on a working dude ranch had made her tough and muscular and she had gained the respect of the men by always pulling her own weight, never whining or trying to beg off when there was work to be done.
The men called her "mighty mouse" because she was tiny...barely five feet tall. Not because she bore any resemblance to the aforementioned rodent. Her eyes were big smoky holes in a fog of long dark lashes and her thick brown hair tumbled loose, a waterfall of soft curls that danced just delightfully short of her tight round ass.
The ranch hands used any excuse they could think of to touch her; removing imaginary bugs and little twigs of hay from her hair whenever she came near, brushing dirt from her butt, and back. And every time she went for a ride, one of the cowboys would rush forward to "help" her into the saddle.
They always managed to time it so that she had one foot in a stirrup, and was about to swing her other leg over. One of them would step forward to lift her up and manage a little feel of her butt as they boosted her into the saddle. Recently she had noticed their fingers had begun to "accidentally" slip allowing a quick little pussy grope too... she always smiled and thanked them kindly, her gray eyes laughing down at them; knowing their game...and sometimes playing it a little.
It was their endless debates on what it would take to end her enduring and legendary virginity that had been so irresistibly magnetic to Carlos. She was a fully ripe 20 year old woman on a ranch full of hot blooded horsemen; and none of them had ridden her yet!
Carlos had driven up from Mexico earlier that week to buy a matched pair of specially trained Belgians. He had seen Sarah as he was getting out of his truck and he paused watching her till she had disappeared from view. For the next few days he'd used every available opportunity and every ounce of his considerable Latin charm to try and convince her to sleep with him.
As he sat on the bunk house porch watching the daily routine; it never ceased to amaze him how many times during the day the pulsing rhythm of the ranch would come to a slow stop...the men pausing, one by one... to take a deep breath...and watch... as Sarah performed some completely mundane chore.
He found her infinitely fascinating, and used every available opportunity to seek her out during the day. Her virginity brought out something primal in him. The idea of taking something no other man would ever have...God! It made his dick hard!
He offered her a job, offered to make her his personal assistant... enticed her with promises of travel and adventure if only she'd... cum with him... so to speak. But she was sweet and polite and firmly turned him away.
And that infuriated him! He was a man who was used to getting what he wanted...and he wanted HER! So he stalked her like some jungle predator, using every inducement he could think of to seduce her... but to no avail.
He burned hot for her...
She bent over and he imagined himself ripping her jeans down, exposing her firm round butt and fucking her tight little virgin ass hole...the sight of her pink lips curving into a smile made him want to slide all 10 inches of his throbbing cock between them, forcing his way down her lovely throat until her nose was buried against his crotch... and cum.
Early that morning Carlos had gone into the tack room looking for the special harnesses he used on his Belgians; he'd picked up a pair of fur lined hobbles, and fingered the soft sheepskin and his testosterone induced imagination had drawn the image of Sarah hobbled by her wrists to one of the rafters in the ceiling... dangling seductively before him while he slowly stripped her...
The door opened, breaking his reverie...one of the ranch hands had come in to repair a broken bridle. Carlos had ducked out, his dick throbbing painfully in his jeans and slipped around behind the tack room to lean weakly against the back wall.
He felt his heart beating in the rock that had become his dick ever since he'd laid eyes on her the first time...slowly he fell to his knees and leaned his forehead against the wall, fumbling with his fly...he pulled his dick from its denim prison and jacked off to the image of Sarah dangling naked from the rafters...
He knelt there in the dirt; stroking the last white rope of cum from his prick...dissatisfaction stirring up dangerous fantasy...his need to possess her burning a hole in his brain!
He looked down at the cold white splashes in the dirt and white hot anger boiled inside him! He stood and arranged his clothing vowing that the next time he saw his cum; it would be dripping from her freshly fucked pussy. He straightened his shoulders and headed back to sit on the bunk house porch and wait... for the sunrise... and for Sarah...
Part III - Sarah is Taken!
He sat brooding on the bunk house porch and waited for Sarah to come down for her morning chores. The yard was deserted; the ranch hands had gone out early that morning to take the guests on a camping trip to the river to go trout fishing. It would be late tomorrow before they returned, so most of the other staff members were taking a day off to go into town.
An evil grin of anticipation spread across his handsome face as he thought of Sarah and himself alone on the ranch. His cock swelled tight, straining against his jeans. He reached down unconsciously adjusting himself, easing the pressure of the constricting fabric and closed his eyes, imagining his dick slipping smoothly between the cheeks of her tight little ass...a rumble of passion sounded low in his chest as he felt the sticky drops of pre-cum oozing warm and wet on his belly.