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Frank Archer was the leader of a gang of eight outlaws, a gang which were not particularly vicious but more a bunch of crude and ignorant criminals. The gang consisted more of base, lowbred and ignorant men, rather than some of the smarter more intelligent gangs that roamed the prairie of the time.
The previous evening, they had made an attempt at cattle rustling at a ranch a few miles from town. At first light, Mat, Ethan and others, had formed a posse and ridden out in pursuit of the rustlers. However, Frank and his men had doubled back, avoiding the chasing posse and headed back towards town.
They knew that the excellent Indian tracker that rode with the posse, would soon discover what they had done but the evasion had given them at least a few hours advantage.
They rode into town with this in mind.
As the rest of the gang headed into the saloon, Frank Archer and Silas Tippets made their way across the street to the store. They needed to stock up on some supplies that were running low.
On entering the store, Frank stealthily took in the scene that presented itself. There was two women working quietly, sweeping, sorting, moving boxes and organising the store.
Frank was not out for trouble, he wanted to get what he needed and then put as much distance as possible, between himself and a rope. However, Frank had recently been in the drinking company of a man further south, this man had been the sole survivor of the Art Speight gang, who had met their end at the hands of a lone gunman and the women townsfolk in a town further north.
This outlaw had told Frank a story and regaled him with talk about the beauty of a young girl. This girl had captured the imagination of Art Speight, whose desire for this rare beauty had been the gang's undoing.
Now, as Frank stood in this store, the two beautiful women worked away unaware of his presence and interest in them. He was taken by the attractiveness of them both but one of them was exceptional.
The famed blonde beauty was here in front of him.
Whispering to Silas, Frank sent him to get the boys.
After a few minutes of waiting for the rest of the gang, his back to the two busy women, Frank heard the door open, then the clumping of boots and the jingling of spurs as the others filed menacingly into the store.
Martha suddenly felt the atmosphere change and a tangible sense of foreboding began deep inside her. When the door had opened and seven dirty and horrible looking men filed into the room, she knew that this spelled danger.
Quickly turning to the door, Hollis Pardoe switched around the open sign to closed, drew down the blind and pulled the bolt across to bar the door.
At once, the very appearance of these men, gave the air a feeling of malevolence and of impending danger.
These men were the very dregs of humanity, their ill educated and base nature inherited from parents, who themselves were born of hard pioneering stock and who were not much above animals themselves. Through their parents and their upbringing, they had only known struggle and a 'kill or be killed' way to survive in these lawless lands. These men were dirty, unkempt, unshaven, ugly, weather beaten and feral in both looks and deeds from a harsh life.
They probably didn't even know what a dentist was, let alone ever been in the care of one. There were broken toothed, gap toothed, completely toothless, horrible mouths that grinned at Martha now.
As the leader stood before Martha, he took her chin in his rough calloused hand and lifted her face towards his.
"Well lookee what we have here boys and here's me thinking that the old man was lying about her beauty. We are gonna have ourselves some real prime, fresh cunny today boys." Archer said, dropping his dirty hand down to Martha's small pert breast.
Martha knew that these men intended to rape her and the hopelessness of the situation, actually allowed her to look upon it calmly and rationally. Had there been someone in the vicinity to scream for, or someone who may come to their rescue, then she would have tried to fight them off.
All the men were out of town, there was no one to help her.
Being aware of her predicament, Martha's brain instantly processed the whole situation and how she could come out of it in the best possible way.
She had already decided that she would give these men what they wanted.
The alternative would probably mean being beaten, the rape subsequently a violent one and then maybe killed. Another likely outcome being any violence or evidence of what had transpired here today, would result in mass death. She knew that Mat, Ethan and the rest of the posse would hunt these men down by nightfall but Martha didn't want Mat, or Ethan for that matter, to die in the ensuing gun battle. Wouldn't it be simpler to endure a bit of sex, then get on with their lives with their loved ones?
To leave no obvious evidence, Martha didn't want her dress torn, or her body marked, or any other sign of what had happened here today. Therefore, she submitted to what to her, was meaningless sex and concentrated on the greater issue of securing a lifetime with Mat.
Martha was determined to not let the rape define her, she looked upon the vicious act as nothing more than sex. She had not had a puritanical upbringing, she had not been indoctrinated with god-fearing pious chastity, nor had she the prudish, prim morals of the pious church women instilled in her. She was not a fragile woman who considered chastity to be the most important virtue, it was nothing. It was simply that one man put his dick into your cunny, shoved a while and spent himself.
In her mind, she reduced the act to its simplest terms, in order to deal with it. In her unaffected, uninhibited way, she was dispassionate about what was happening. What was sex? A man slid in, humped and left, that was all Martha would allow this to be. Her uncluttered and simple mind just recognised that sex was imminent and responded accordingly.
Clara assumed that she too would be raped, yet was shocked when all eight men expressed their desire for Martha's cunny.
Moving towards Martha, the leader Frank, an old, ugly, unshaven, ragged and coarse man, reached forward and took a handful of Martha's dress. It was obvious what was about to happen.
"Wait, whispered Martha, there is no need for that."
Eight men watched Martha's actions, shocked and in awe. They did not have the intelligence to recognize, or understand, the young girl's amazing awareness, judgement and perspicacity. They simply did not understand as the young girl, coolly and with maturity way beyond her years, took control. As Martha slowly unfastened her lace up dress, eight men were stunned into silence.
Shrugging her dress from her shoulders Martha let it fall.
The youthful girl did not wear the underskirts and petticoats of her elders, so her young, small and high conical breasts with the pale pink nipples, barely discernible from the rest of her alabaster skin, came into view. Her jutting hard nipples already like pebbles. Martha did not want to pause and risk angering them, so she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her bloomers and lowered them to the ground.
These men had raped, pillaged and whored their way around the territory all their lives, yet they had never seen the likes of what stood before them now. The high solid breasts were captivating, the sparse, wispy, pure blonde bush between her legs, that hid nothing of her outer labia, enticing eight erections.
Suddenly the spell was broken and with a 'whoopin and hollerin' they all began to grab at Martha's body. The leader may have been 'readin and writin' stupid but he was wise enough in the ways of this land, to realise that a frantic feral attack on her might just turn bad.
"Wait! Wait! He shouted. Just goddamn wait will you, he said as silence fell. That posse is not far away, if we fight over her we will just get in each others way he said. Now drag the bitch over to these boxes and we can all have her in turn, that way no one misses out on this fresh little cunny."
Martha was dragged to some boxes and then pushed to her knees. When Frank pushed her top down onto the boxes, she felt her tender young breasts and nipples sting slightly. The harsh hessian cloth which covered the boxes, scraped and dragged across her young flesh, the abrasive material rasping across her rigid pink buds.
Kneeling behind her and shuffling between her legs, Archer smacked Martha's ass and hissed,
"Get the legs open girly, you are just about to get a real man in ya"
He was stunned when Martha didn't fight, she just spread her knees a little wider.
He prised Martha's pussy open revealing the tiny, pale pink lips of her inner labia.
Martha's body jerked at the contact of this old, ugly, disgusting man as his hardness touched her silky sex. She suddenly felt the unmistakable sensation of a cock pushing her open and sliding into her. He could only push in a few inches as Martha was not completely ready for him but as he 'tapped into her' his cock picked up more of her juices, until her pussy and his pulsating length were wet enough for him to finally take her completely.
