… Hard is the wild west …..
It is recommended that Justine – game-is-the-west range of Ghostwriter70 to read as well.
Justine on the events in the stories run parallel builds on this arc.
The stories will be united, were complemented by the adventures of the Kiowa chief’s daughter Moonshine (thanks for the help and many suggestions to Vanessamaus1988).
Justine, Sabrina & Moonshine, Parts 1-4 posted on Literotica.com.
For lovers of hard sex, beautiful, courageous women and thrilling action.
Part 5
The day before the disaster at Thompson-James City Harvard was also woken up with a hangover. After he and his men were busy until well after midnight with the blonde bitch Justine, he was as the blond cat because of sheer exhaustion finally failed and was taken back into the dungeon, not stupidly went straight to bed.
They had discussed what the woman endured everything. After all, 2 hours naked in the cold behind the horses, they ran in, and the barefoot, all the way from Stoke-town to the ranch.
Then they had their hands nailed Adam with the knives on the posts, the way a great idea, like all expressed and Adam knocked on the shoulders. As a result, Adam was naked between the posts – there were the same as they already had the “interrogation” of the Kiowa girl Moonshine used three months ago – ausgespreitzte blonde beauty of two men expertly whipped up by the neck to the knees . your body-front, mind and when she had finished, she had her naked outside in the icy wind and rain left hanging. To clean, as Mr. Harvard said.
Here in the saloon they had finally Justine particularly concerned. It was bound to the box, face down, with legs spread wide and Mr. Harvard said, “All In”.
They were almost 70 men and she fucked more than three hours, nonstop, in pussy, ass and mouth, some times three cowboys at the same time. What a celebration!
But who said that the blonde would have been broken at last, lying far off the mark.
At the first opportunity they spat in his face Harvard, some of the men were thinking, now he shoots the snake, but no.
The rancher took one of these rods inserted in brine, Adam again had prepared, as was also the time when the Indian, and lashed to the soles of the wild blonde. The consequences were obviously extremely painful, their cries echoed for a long time in the men’s ears.
But Harvard was still not finished. At a formal degree, he had the revolver heroine hanging from a ceiling beam, and whipped them once terribly difficult with the bullwhip, the final blow from which they should not recover after all, he sat between her open thighs, right into tortured in these fucking cunt.
They drank whiskey and some of the better in the morning, as James Harvard in this shit-nest broke Thompson Town, he felt terrible.
The blonde was supplied, should take it easy, for future tasks which still lay ahead. The Cheyenne women he “employed” – they were actually hostages, so what as bringer of peace, but they worked like slaves – would be a little care of them.
He would spend the night in Thompson-Town and the next day early ride back to his time at the ranch, when the mad bandit Pepe Gonzales with the stolen cattle arrived. Pepe Gonzales, who had his gold steal from the army, ha, and now and the rest of his pitiful band of cattle theft was alive.
But ok, he would watch the cattle and talk to Pepe. Done.
When James Harvard let the Telegram, he came up with rage in the bile. That damned Senator Denstorf put him under increasing pressure!
Harvard slammed the flat right on the counter of the post office that the officer shocked with the cap sleeve protectors and shivered. He knew who this great man in black suit and with a huge hat to him and he was afraid of him. They had finally been so few heard from the neighboring city particularly, from Stoke-Town.
Harvard turned around and stomped out without greeting the post office, crossed the Main Street and headed straight for the big house was written on this:
SALOON – NEVADA – HOTEL.
This worm Elkhardt would have a room for him and a decent lunch.
The plate with the steak, eggs and potatoes in front of him, a beer and a large whiskey, the rancher it was better for the time being. Having the steak that was so large that it would have a vet can probably revive, had eaten and drunk, he ordered coffee and took the telegram again at hand.
Agreement with Kiowa chief’s daughter and mine for gold – Stop – 50 horses, five thousand dollars in gold, along with 500 acres of land in the north to hunt – stop – already approved by government – stop – for horses and money you are on – stop – that’s not revenge by the Kiowas for the girl – stop – personally come to their ranch the day after tomorrow – stop – incognito and undercover – Stop – Visit to the mine, later to Stoke-Town – stop – - No further action without my ok – stop – for mine I’ll take care of – stop – do not hesitate to contact and wait for suggestions of Miss Justine Kowan due soon arrived – Stop – Sen. J. Denstorf
Harvard ranchers had to control very, not again to hit his fist on the table. He gnashed his teeth with rage. 50 horses and 5,000 dollars in gold for this little whore. For a couple of lashes and a bit of fun for some of his men. God damn it! That damn senator!
And the best thing was that the small Kiowa had lied in spite of the torture!
But Louis, the Scout, the mine had yet found. They had been traveling for three full days, it had rained, as now, by the way, and they had ridden back and forth, twice a hair discovered by Kiowa crews were, apparently searched the girl.
Louis, thank the guy was a true genius.
But what they found when they were finally at the mine, they had finally found? A goddamn landslide had moved the entrance. You could not even crawl into it without risking his life, it still slipped to the ground. Impossible to determine whether there was gold, especially if would turn up again at any time Kiowas.
They decided, tired, disappointed and soaked ride back, when Louis made his only mistake. He wanted the matter again with the “eye of Mannitou” and thus verify the position of mine – at this point had the cunning Kiowa woman that is not lying, but only regarding landmarks and distances, they would have followed which would have indicated how they the Kiowa ridden straight into the hands – and took Colin and another man.
He missed one set by the Kiowas case, not a word about it, of course, Moonshine, which cost Colin immediately and two hours later the man’s life.
Colin had poisoned arrows shot in the neck and eye, the other man in the upper arm. He died in agony that he could not help anyone.
When they returned to the ranch, he slipped, Harvard, the Indian girl in the hole and left it there for now for three hours. Only when her voice faded, she could not even cry anymore, he pulled out and she asked them again.
Then he made Adam and his tail come again and they worked extensively in the dungeon with their private parts, then with their feet, then he left it to his dogs, and finally they came through the night into the hole. When she pulled out the next morning, saw her body pretty bad and she said no more did not scream, nothing.
He had it two weeks later on the senator’s urgent instructions to return to their tribe and admit that they had come to his ranch in this state. No idea whether they had now found the language, but my God, 50 horses and 5000 gold dollar? If the damn Kiowa attack but he had nearly 150 men he could muster.
It was the damn senator, who made him more worried. The senator and his Federal ranchers, to the cursed army that stood behind him and who knows who else. Senator Denstorf was too powerful to create with him. Rancher Harvard adopted inwardly of the 50 horses and the gold dollar and ordered a bottle of whiskey from the best of the house.
And so the day was really shitty too perfect, he met the night, dead drunk, whip-wielding lady on this, that cursed black-haired beast with the coat. He would find them, no matter what it wanted and he would peel her hand with his bull whip the skin from the body, after all its really men, including himself, they had fucked at least thrice. Not to mention the dogs do not. And then he would stand on the edge of the hole, this time with a torch and see what was happening down there in hell on the naked body of this woman.
If she still lived, he would send them into the mine, or he could send Adam to get his friends who Pajute that would certainly hold a great show with the black-haired beauty. Well, let’s see.
—–
It was lucky that Sabrina had been to the area, back when they had visited Justine at the Kiowas. It was also the time when she had saved Moonshine and the other Kiowa girl from the hands of the ranchers, they had never asked for the name, but it was clear from today’s perspective, it had this monster James Harvard have been.
She was then caught in a thunderstorm, it was poured, as now, and so she knew the turnoff to the small ranch just over the city. As the owner had called it the same? It had been nice, humble people, man, woman, two almost grown children, Irishmen, red-haired. A small ranch only a few dozen cattle and horses on the ranch but also chickens, goats and pigs.
A couple of cowboys, laborers, men who could help.
Ah, yes, McGready John McGready and Alicia.
They reached the entrance to Ranchhof than a dog struck and they stopped their horses and waited in the rain. The house was lighted, soon the door opened and Mr. McGready appeared, red-haired, backenbärtig, in shirt and trousers, with a double-barreled shotgun in his hand.
“Who’s there?”
“My name is Sabrina Kowan, Mr. McGready. I was already here, with her Miss Justine, already for a while, I guess. I’m with friends and ……”
“Hah, Miss Kowan, what joy. Come here, damn, they come in, blasted out of the rain! ”
And they were soon seated in the dry, the shells were stored and steaming bowls in front of him was happy with ribs and fried potatoes and cabbage and lots of good things and Sabrina, now see their men so happy after her appearance in the city.
They spoke with the McGready `s – about growing up among other things, because Eyleen, the nearly nine-year-old, red-haired, white-skinned daughter of the rancher with the large breasts had become more than an adult – and Sabrina went under the table Chad twice in the leg because he could not let Eyleen sight.
The son, Anthony, was not home yet, but he should come soon, Miss McGready kept looking anxiously through the curtain into the rain.
“Winter comes early this year, Mr. Chad?” -. Eyleen to the clear voice Eyleen `s right next to Sabrina snatched out of her mind saw from Chad, whose eyes and saw before Chad could reply, he had Fortunately, just a mouth full of ribs, said Sabrina:
“Would you still look after the horses, Chad? That would be very kind, thank you. ”
In order to emphasize what has been said, they went under the table for the third time against the leg of the great man. But they had reckoned without Eyleen.
“I help them, Mr. Chad. I can show them where everything is what they need ….”
“You stay here in the dry well, Eyleen. Anthony will come soon and help the guests then. “- Sabrina took a deep breath and quietly thanked Mr. McGready to help the shooters.
At that moment they heard outside even hooves, neighing, shouts, Anthony, and two cowboys came home.
The door flew open, a thin, hellgesichtiger boy in a raincoat and hat, rushed in, ignoring the guests and immediately began to persuade his parents:
“You can not imagine what is happening today in the city, Mom, Dad, that was the best thing I ever saw. There was this woman in a coat, two Colts deep at the waist, slim, rather large, black hair and she had two whips in the hands …..”
McGready tried to interrupt his son to make him aware that the guests would be welcomed at first.
“Anthony, yes, okay, look at some games we have Gä ……”
“…. And she pulled him down out of the room, the stairs, Dad, with a whip around his neck and he was in those ridiculous pants and they beat him, then hung out his penis, sorry, Mom, but just so it was and then she gave it to him outside until he whimpered, has Dad. He hung there in the rain in his underwear and has begged her to stop. A woman, Dad, she has made him ready. ”
Now McGready was loud.
“Who the devil who made ready? What are you talking about? Who was made ready? ”
But his son could not answer because his mouth was wide open and he stared at the Sabrina sitting at the table, with big, round eyes.
Sabrina waved weakly with the right hand.
“Hello, Anthony.”
“Anthony? Are you completely crazy? Sit down first, welcome the guests as it should be and then tell, and slowly one by one. ”
Miss McGready steered the now still staring Anthony on a chair, with a rather stern voice, by the way, and took off his hat.
Finally he seemed to regain his speech.
“That’s her.”
Mr. McGready saw from his son, who still stared at Sabrina, and her back.
“Who’s who? Who is “they” and who has now finished off whom? ”
Anthony pointed to Sabrina.
“You. This is the woman who has now made ready in the city Rancher at Harvard. ”
It was Taylor, came from the groaning and burying his head in his hands.
Chad raised an eyebrow and turned to head to Sabrina, Skip showed no reaction as always Deutsch and shook his head slowly.
Sabrina looked down at the tabletop.
“I talk to him. I could excuse myself, for example. ”
—
Rancher James Harvard felt terrible when he opened his eyes this morning.
Although he first registered the familiar feel of a severe hangover was normal after two bottles of Mr. Elkhardt `s the best of whiskey, or was it more than two? But then they were joined to another illness. He was in pain. On the back, chest, legs, ass. It burned for God’s mercy.
Harvard sat up abruptly and grimaced, groaned and cursed:
“Oh, damn, what the hell …..?” – and then he looked incredulous as he lifted the blanket of the bed where he lay, a snow white blanket, and he was naked underneath it looked at. his thighs and his eyes got big. Four thick, red stripes adorned his leg, he also saw ointment was applied and then he looked around the room. Damn that was not his room at the Nevada Saloon, This room smelled so clean, it was painted light green, light curtains, white wood furniture.
He looked further, and where was his hat, his suit, his coat?
Because the rancher discovered on a chair against the wall is a sad, pink bundle, filled with mud and a little dried blood was visible there, and suddenly he remembered everything.
The harlot! The woman with the whip! He completely drunk and in his underwear! And they had chased him through the saloon and on the road! Now he knew everything again.
Harvard jumped out of bed, naked as he was, the makeshift blanket wrapped around the body, wincing again, because the stripes of the whip that damned hurt pretty black-haired, tore the door open and shouted in the corridor.
“Hello? Who’s there? I’m awake and I need clothes. Hello? ”
Almost simultaneously with the second impatient Hello woman came around the corner. She carried a tray before him, and headed for his room.
“Good morning, ranchers Harvard.” – Her voice was cool, slightly aloof -. “They may wonder where they are here they expose themselves to the table please, thank you.
My name is Gwen and I’m Dr. Don Shapiro Shapiro `s wife. You are in a hospital room. Eat. ”
On the tray with a steaming dish of bread, eggs and bacon, and a large cup of hot coffee. Harvard sat down obediently. The woman was safely over six feet high, had powerful shoulders and short, blonde hair that framed a very expressive, beautiful face. Sat on her nose some funny freckles, but her blue eyes at the moment cold and authoritarian.
“Enjoy your meal, I’ll be right back at you. Do not run away, they have nothing to wear here. ”
And so they rushed from the room. Harvard looked after her. The tight, blue jeans sat well on her butt, she wore ornate cowboy boots and a white blouse that spanned the front of a huge pair of breasts indeed. Harvard could not help but think of Justine `s breasts. He grinned at the thought of the blonde cat, immediately after his return, he would imagine Mr. Gonzales. His grin grew even stronger, he would, after the troops of Gonzales with her was finished, just as she was, naked and barefoot, freshly fucked and whipped by Gonzales and his men to drive in his mine. Let’s see if the company of guards, dogs, and the criminals who were there did their forced labor, but they bring no matter how far would bow to him. He had Justine also like to further torture at the ranch, there were the above mentioned dogs, the branding iron, the terrible hole with all the crawling, biting and stinging people and who knows what he or Adam or anyone else would dream up all around the to break the sake of the beautiful blonde. But, unfortunately, had announced Senator Denstorf and it was certainly better not to have the Justine tortured in the house, you never knew the Senator.
He heard Mrs. Shapiro to come back and ordered his cloth over the hips, the thought of Justine had once more led to a substantial erection.
The wife of the doctor `s came into the room, under one arm, his suit, hat and coat, and his dirty boots, one below the other packet.
She threw his clothes on a chair with an air that anything expressed between rejection and mild disgust, and put the package on the bed.
“New underwear, I bought those made of wool, for winter, plus socks.
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