At the other side of the mountain which overlooked the town in which Mat, Martha, Ethan and Clara were living their experiences, lived Hannah McCardle. She was nearing fifty years old, she ran a small ranch/farm near to the river, many miles from the town and had only a large ranch for a neighbour. The large ranch was run by George Cutler who employed many cowhands on the big estate.
Hannah's husband had died twenty five years previously of tuberculosis and Hannah had been alone, scraping a meagre existence from the small holding ever since. The buildings were shoddy and poor and the few scrawny animals that she relied on, were certainly no advertisement for her skills as a smallholder.
The woman had once been a very pretty young girl and an attractive young woman. Although the years of turmoil and strife had taken their toll, Hannah McCardle still retained a decent level of attractiveness (if you could see through the grime she always seemed to be covered in.)
One Sunday as Hannah worked in the yard at the front of her porch, she saw the cloud of dust approaching. At no point was Hannah ever afraid of the nearing riders and at no time did she realise her life was about to change.
Five young cowhands rode onto Hannah's place and stopped beside her, looking down at her from the horses. They were all around the 18-20 mark and they talked to Hannah respectfully and politely. Billy, who looked to be the youngest, said 'howdy' and asked permission to rest and water the horses from her well.
Hannah knew the cowhands to be from the neighbouring ranch and replied accordingly.
"Sure, you boys just unsaddle those beasts and water them, you too could do with rest and watering by the looks of you," she said.
After settling the horses down, the boys all sat in the shade drinking from their canteens. Hannah had no idea that they were drinking whiskey and pottered around doing her chores.
As the afternoon wore on, the language was becoming more and more coarse and vulgar and Hannah could feel a tension building in the air.
As she walked past the group Ned, grabbed her arm and pulled her down.
"Hey, why don't you come and have a drink and we can all get acquainted better," he laughed.
Hannah struggled and expected the ruffian to allow her to stand but was shocked when he gripped her arm harshly and spat,
"Now don't be all unfriendly now, a guy can get awful lonely in this land," he said menacingly.
Hannah knew not to antagonize him and create a nasty situation, so she sat quietly for a while before attempting to regain her feet again. This time Ned snapped, he pulled her down to him and in one swift movement he slid his hand up her skirt.
All the threat, innuendo, malignant, underlying and unspoken horror of the situation became clear to Hannah instantly. She tried to mask the position she was in with a confidant demand that,
"Unhand me at once young man,"
And she slapped his face.
It was of no use, it was too late. The danger that she had seen, had also been recognized by the other four cowhands.
The malignant menace hung in the silence for a moment, then suddenly Ned reached for her dress and in one instant had ripped the front all the way down to her waist. The action exposed Hannah's ageing, small, but still enticingly pert breasts.
They fell on her and dragged her kicking and screaming towards the house, five drunken young men all horny and desperate for a woman.
Hannah fought like a demon, it took three of the cowhands to drag her through the house into her bedroom, where Hannah kicked and screamed like a banshee. There was no way that she was going to submit, she was going to fight them all the way.
"Get the rope, ordered Albie the oldest looking boy, and tie her down well."
When Hannah was subdued by the restraints, they tore at her clothing and stared at her body underneath.
Her small breasts jutted up from her chest through the wide open dress, her stomach with its mature paunch and her black triangle interspersed with strands of grey, were all visible through what was left of her clothing.
Hannah McCardle was about to be gang raped by these five cowhands.
Hannah lay on her bed, her hands and feet tied to the corner posts leaving her spread-eagle.
The remarkable thing was that even though they were violent rapists, they were shy enough to all wait outside for each other as they fucked her in private. Four of the boys slowly left the room all looking back at her lasciviously. Luke was left alone with Hannah, he approached her and smiled, it was a horrible grin.
As Hannah lay silent, a look of terror etched into her face, Luke grabbed what was left of her drawers and simply ripped them to shreds. As Hannah started to writhe in panic, Luke coolly put his hands on her large cotton pants and pulled.
There was nothing subtle or redeeming about the first rape of Hannah McCardle. Luke pushed his pants to his ankles, revealing a large uncircumcised cock which was already semi-hard. Hannah watched in despair as the big length slowly rose unaided, which peeled his foreskin slowly back from the angry purple head exposing his full erection to her.
Luke climbed on the bed next to Hannah and cupped her bulging mound in his hand. He slid a finger between the outer lips of her vagina which was still only a tight slit, and seemed to be wanting to stay together to bar any invasion.
Hannah gasped as Luke touched her smaller inner lips and forced them apart with his invading finger.
"You ain't wet yet are ya!" he said accusingly, amazingly sounding as though he actually expect this to be exciting his victim.
"Never mind I'll just have to provide it myself." With that, he spit copious amounts from his mouth into the palm of his hand and rubbed it lewdly and crudely around his hard cock.
Hannah was helpless as she watched him position himself between her legs. She felt the blunt heavy pressure of his penis pushing against her vaginal lips which seemed to be resisting him. It brought a second or two of respite until Hannah felt only the second penis ever and the first penis in twenty five years, slowly sliding into her private and intimate part.
As Luke fucked her with absolutely no care, attention or finesse, Hannah could feel the inner parts of her body being touched for the first time in years. It should have been a beautiful moment between her and a new lover, it should have been shy and nervous first time love-making between her and a man she had chosen to share her life. Instead it was a cruel and heartless violation by a boy she didn't even know.
It was a hard, fast and rough fucking. Luke could not believe how tight her cunt was, he had no idea she had not welcomed a man inside her since before he was born. The gripping of her under-used and un-stretched soft tissue deep inside her, milked him in no time at all.
Luke emptied his pent up semen into a woman for the first time in months (since he last had the money for a whore.) Grunting and rutting like a pig, he used Hannah's helpless body like a piece of meat.
