Ill Lasso You In A Minute

All those around me were dead. The corpses of my family strewn across the dried grass of the plane, reddish dust dried on the crop as this hatted man meandered to and fro on his steed. My throat was dry, my eyes wet. Tears careened onto my prairie dress as I gaped at the atrocious scene before me.

Before I knew it I'd been lassoed by the originator of the chaos and hoisted onto the back of his horse. Wrapped in his rugged, hairy, oh so manly arms. My breath quickened as he wordlessly growled into my braided (now untidy) hair. I was too scared to speak, eventually he steered the horse to a ranch with a modest number of cattle, a barn and a house. There was nothing to be seen for miles. In my ropes I turned to face my murderous captor but before I could speak he placed a hanky into my mouth and everything went black.

My head span wildly, stars flitting in my eyes as the lids above them fought their way open. I was on a bed stripped of all and any garments tied to each corner with the same rope I'd been kidnapped with and the man had a bandana over his mouth so most of his face was obscured. He had removed his hat and shirt so he was only wearing the covering and his trousers. Had I not been terrified I would of laughed at the spectacle.

His southern accent drawled 'Youses mine now yer here me, shot ya folks and takin yall'. I attempted to struggle in my bonds however the rope burnt my wrists and as I realised I was helpless once again, I cried. Laughing at my predicament he began to undo his belt and pulled his trousers down. All I could think was that he was going to rape me and I tried to scream but before I could he'd taken off his bandana and shoved it in my mouth. We were now both as naked as the days we were born.

I scrunched my eyes shut attempting to prepare myself for the upcoming assault on my person but after a few seconds I felt nothing. Still, I waited. Until I opened my eyes and saw the silhouette of his naked bottom illuminated by the window looking out onto the porch. He took a cigarette out of a case on a side table and lighting it he turned to me. Anxiety coursing through my whole being.

'You have one of two choices to make here and now. The first: I'll untie you and you can follow my commands, be my good lil' wench. The second: Imma let you run from this place as you are but if I catch you, you'll be whipped and imma still have what I want.' He took a long drag as I thought through my options. He'd shot my family and I had no clothes, if I acquiesced I could try to manipulate him. But on the other hand running meant freedom to rebuild my life. Could I ever forgive myself if I didn't try and save myself?

After weighing up my options I figured if he captured me once he would probably do it again. Removing the knots from the rope and taking the bandana back I sat up on the bed as he said, 'you know what you wan?'

Timidly I nodded and all I said was, 'I'm yours', he smirked at me and gently caressed my emotionless resentful face. Leaning in to sloppily kiss it, biting my lip and making his way down one side of my neck with his had then proceeding to create a long series of love bites. After all I had been through I sat there emotionless, he stood to get a drink. Suddenly I realised my chance to escape this monster. I legged it to the door but before I could even touch the handle he had grabbed me pinned me to the bed. Pushing my face into the mattress and brutalised my bottom with his palm. Fucking my ass he had just decorated with bruises. His gruff voice penetrated my soul more violently than his hard penis; 'youre gonna do as I say or ya'll n'er see the liaghter day'ergen'.

Proceeding to turn me over and fucked me until I passed out from the trauma his seed drying on my skin. He promptly left the room leaving only my shaking figure, a cigarette case, a box of matches and a cowboy hat. He locked the door behind him, whilst I - still there - sobbed uncontrollably at the uncertainty of my future under the control of this murderous villain.