Circa 1885, West Texas
Crashing through the brush at top speed, Caroline felt the mesquite branches scraping her skin as she plunged through the dense thicket and its thorny undergrowth. All the world was a dull roar, and all that she could hear was the cracking of branches and the blood pounding in her ears as she scrambled in frantic flight for all she was worth. Her lungs were on fire as her chest heaved to give her air. Time stood still but she reckoned that she had been running for at least a half a mile.
Suddenly her right foot slammed against a large rock and she flew headlong into a tangle of scrub brush.
That was where she laid gasping for air and holding her foot when the bastards caught up to her.
"Well well," Eddie said, as he bent over with his hands on his knees trying to catch his breathe. "Our little rabbit has finally stopped."
"Good thing," wheezed Burt, "'Cause I was fixin to shoot her if I had to run much more."
Caroline looked at them with the eyes of a cornered mountain lion while her mind raced for a way to talk her way out of this.
"It looks like she hurt her foot," said Eddie.
"Good," replied the sweating Burt. "Maybe I'll twist it a little until she gladly gives up that fresh little poontang."
Both men had a good laugh at that.
Caroline was shocked at his language towards her. Then she noticed both men staring at her chest and she suddenly realized that her shirt had been ripped badly by Burt grabbing at her a few minutes before, and then torn almost off by the thick brush. She had not worn a bra today, even though her plump young breasts clearly demanded one for decency. In fact, that was what started all of this, her figure was hard for men to ignore no matter what clothes she wore, but with no bra on today her big boobs really looked inviting, and these lowlifes that she'd tried to ride past on a remote trail had decided to have a taste.
Clutching at the shreds of her shirt, Caroline covered her breasts as best she could, but she knew that a lot of her breasts were still showing, and the men continued to stare with hungry eyes.
"Look guys, you haven't done anything wrong yet, and if you stop now I won't tell a soul. But if this goes any farther, then you'll both hang. You know that western men won't tolerate you molesting a woman."
The men were quiet, still ogling her as their breathing came back to normal.
"Honey, this aint gonna be no 'molesting'.. you're about to get fucked.. good and hard. Hell, dressed like that you're obviously beggin' for it, and you might even like it. Something tells me that there ain't no one tapped that little crease yet" said Burt.
Caroline looked at the mean bastard and knew that he intended to violate her. So she turned for help to the buck toothed 20-year-old Eddie, but his big crooked grin and eager eyes told her that he would be of no help.
The cruel handsome Burt had guessed right- in her 19 years no man had seen her breasts like this, much less been allowed to have husband privileges on top of her.
For over two years Caroline had started to want a man, Mr. Right, to enjoy her body and relieve her own growing need between her legs; but Mr. Right was slow to show up, and she had successfully warded off all of the local men's best attempts to get under her panties. But she had a feeling that this was about to change.
She knew that men had lusted after her for several years now, ever since she had filled out into a woman, and unless she found a way out of this then both of these men would take their pleasure.
Unless she could escape this predicament, she knew that they would soon be feeling her tight pussy helplessly stretching around their manhood, and both of the filthy beasts would seed her before the next hour passed. Worse, there was nobody within 5 miles to hear her protest or cries.
Looking at the beautiful red haired daughter of Nueces Counties latest nester and wanna-be farmer, Scratch McClellen, Burt forced himself to stop enjoying the sight of her slim alabaster waist and ample cleavage. Turning to Eddie, he ordered, "Go find that idiot Billy before he wanders all the way to Mexico looking for us, and bring the horses." He pointed to the injured girl on the ground, "She ain't goin' nowhere... I'll keep an eye on her."
Eddie didn't like it, the girl was part his too, he had caught her before Burt did, but Burt was in charge. Defiantly Eddie protested, "How do I know you won't ruin her before me an' Billy get back! I've wanted to tap that little filly for mor'n a year now!"
Burt gave him a hard stare, pulled his Colt Peacemaker half out of his leather holster, and hissed between clenched teeth, "Go get your fucking brother and our horses." Then he looked back down at the gorgeous prize on the ground holding her ankle, "I'll watch over little miss priss here, and don't worry, we're all gonna have some fun today."
This perked Eddie up considerably, and he ran back towards the trail. "What a wonderful day," he thought to himself. "Caroline McClellen!" Who would ever have believed that such good luck would strike today when he woke up this morning and pulled on his worn out boots? At least a dozen times he had squeezed out a sticky load of jism while sitting in the outhouse thinking about her white skin and fire red hair. He had fantasized about going off to California, finding a rich vein of gold and returning home a hero, with her falling in love with him and offering up her plump white breasts with pink nipples for him to suck on every morning before she made him breakfast. But this wasn't no penny dream, this was real! Today he would see Caroline McClellen naked and even have his dick up between her long white legs! Man! All the way back to the trail he imagined what it would be like, then he imagined her sucking his long dick, and it became rock hard. He had already paid two dollars to hump the fat Mexican whores in the nearby village a couple of times, but never no respectable white girl! Even slow Billy was gonna get some, and so far as anybody know'd, he ain't never had no poonany at all before! What a day! He just hoped that damned fool Billy hadn't gotten himself and their horses too far away.
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Burt looked down at the cornered girl and knew better than to get too close without having the boys here to help with holding her down. Why, she looked ready to sink her teeth into anything that came within striking distance.
Caroline stared up at the ugly mule skinner with hate and frustration. Maybe the filthy bastard would come close enough for her to get her hand on that gun, and then nothing would happen to her. She could gut-shoot him, and then force the others to get her into town to a doctor.
When dad had first brought her here, the silence and solitude of the brush country seemed beautiful and peaceful. But laying on the rocky ground with only the horny Burt Jackson standing nearby anticipating deflowering her, Caroline wished that she was back in Pennsylvania, or anywhere else than right here.
"Who do you want fucking you first?" Burt suddenly asked, hitching his belt up with pride, "One of those whelps that won't appreciate a cherry like you, or a real man?"
Caroline was surprised. He was offering himself up to her like a prize, as if she could even fathom spreading her legs for someone so vile. Then her instincts for self-defense kicked in. This was serious, and if she was going to make any kind of break, it was going to have to happen before the other two got back.
Smiling her beautiful smile up at him, Caroline spoke calmly and in the most friendly, seductive voice that she could muster, "Burt, when I saw you unload those heavy barrels as you were moving our household things out to the farm last year, your arms bulged with all of those strong muscles and your hairy chest made me stare. I have to admit that it made me just a little squishy down in my little girl place."
Burt was stunned. He had never imagined that she was watching him that way. He did have big arms, it came from 20 years of hauling goods all over three counties in his wagon, and he took pride in his natural good looks. At 6'4 and 220 lbs he could whip most men and turn many a woman's eye. He also knew that a hairy chest was a sure sign of manhood, a trait that he had grown increasingly proud of as a teenager when it started growing. His thick pubic hair and long thick rod swinging from his groin were also a matter of great vanity to him. He considered himself a real catch, and evidently this girl had noticed.
Caroline smiled again, which seemed to put Burt at ease. Then she removed her slender arms from her chest and slowly took the torn shirt off, revealing her proud 36D breasts with light rose areolas and long thick nipples. Her slender waist combined with her delicate shoulders and neck to create a perfect frame for her deliciously perfect melons, and actually made them look larger.
Burt stared in awe.
Caroline continued in her sweetest voice, "Honey it wasn't you that I ran from, it was the others. If you had just taken me on a picnic like I dreamed about so many nights as I lay awake in the dark fingering my little pearl and remembering your strong arms, then we could have done this a lot sooner." Then she leaned back and smiled seductively while slowly unbuckling her belt and unbuttoning her pants.
Mesmerized, Burt walked closer.
Caroline worked her boots off gently, and slid her pants and panties down over her swollen ankle to reveal her neatly trimmed strawberry blonde bush to Burt.
Burt stared at the naked beauty before him and felt his erection rising.
Caroline spread her knees so that Burt could get a good look at her pink crease, rubbing her neatly trimmed pussy hairs she cooed, "Burt honey, I'll bet your hand would feel a lot better down here than mine does. If you don't mind, I'm a little bit shy... I want to be with just you for our first time before the boys get back... Then if you still want them to have me I won't fight it."
Burt rubbed his hard cock through his pants, nearly losing his mind with desire and anticipation. "Get on your knees," he ordered, "I like my whores to suck my meat first."
Caroline blushed at being called a whore, she but didn't let it bother her. "Ok Burt, I want to be your girl though, not just another whore. I'm going to prove to you that I can pleasure you much better than they can, every night from now on."
Caroline folded her pants and shirt under her knees to avoid the painful little rocks, and kneeled obediently as Burt walked up to her, drew his gun, and holding it behind his back to keep it out of the pretty girls reach said, "Prove it."
