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 Roped and raped
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   [M+f rape nc tort]



   Roped and raped

   Part 1: The 'heroic' capture

   Summer rays were beating down on ranch just north of the border.  It was
nearing mid-afternoon and Samantha was out tending to her fathers crops,
seeing to it that the irrigation system was providing the essential water
and nutrients required.

   Her soft golden blond hair flapped lightly in the wind, caressing her
face gently as she squinted her eyes away from the suns gaze.  It was so
peaceful here right now, her parents had driven into town and their
neighbours were miles away.  She stood there, a depiction of tranquillity
in this picturesque landscape that had been her home for all her fifteen
years on this earth.

   Samantha was innocent in everyway.  A sheltered upbringing had bread
ignorance and a complete sense of misinterpretation of the world around
her. With few friends and only the animals for company most of the day, she
had had to learn about her physical developments on her own.  Embarrassment
and shame had lead Samantha to hide and otherwise ignore her budding new
body.

   Nether the less, her body was accentuated by her plain light-white
summer dress.  Her dainty straw hat sat just right on top of her golden
hair, while her feet were clad in tattered white working shoes, somehow
inappropriate for her beauty.  Still, she liked them and felt comfortable
in her unadorned clothing.

   She closed her eyes gently, listening to the wind and feeling the sun
beat down on her more.  She loved to sense the soothing wind as it whipped
around her lightly browning skin.  The wind however was bringing more than
a soothing touch to her skin now though; it brought the sound of hooves in
the distance.

   Sam noticed this immediately and began to wonder who was approaching. 
She kept her eyes shut to challenge herself, wondering if she could figure
out which of the people she knew it could be.  Concentrating for several
seconds, she began to feel uneasy; the sound was of horses racing towards
her position.  She couldn't tell how many so opened her eyes and
immediately had to start squinting again.

   As her eyes began to focus into the distance, she spotted a mass of
black and brown moving towards her.  "There must be many horses coming this
way, who on earth could it be?" she asked herself.  Her lack of fear for
almost anything let her stand for longer than she should, watching and
listening to the horses as they came closer and closer into focus. 
Eventually she could make out the figures of what appeared to be darkly
dressed cowboys.  "How strange", she puzzled herself.

   Suddenly her heart began to race, a strange sense of fear rushing over
the innocent teenager.  For whom could these strangers be and why are they
rushing towards her?  Either way, Samantha was not going to stay around and
find out.  "If they wanted to speak to her father, they could come back
another time", she told herself.

   A sense of danger filled her heart although she knew no logical reason
why, she turned her back and began to quickstep her way towards the
farmhouse.  Unfortunately, it was a good mile or so and the horses were
gaining on her, they were perhaps only a few hundred meters away and
gaining fast.  Now sound of "h'yah, h'yah" could be heard from the riders
as they forced their stallions onwards.

   "I have to get out of here", Samantha screamed to herself, but her legs
were too slow to respond, fear freezing her in place over something she
could not understand.  Soon enough the horses and mounted riders were less
than a hundred feet away and as Sam was on her way; she turned back for a
second.  The clouded dust spewing from the back of the galloping horses was
enough to set Sam off at a pace, but it was too little too late.

   For what seemed like only a second she was off at full pace, but that is
all it lasted for.  The cowboys had caught up with her and one of them
already had a noose and rope in his hands, swirling it around in the air as
if ready to bring down cattle.  With great skill, the rider targeted the
maiden in distress and let fly, bringing her down first time.  A cheer went
up from the many mounted riders.

   Sam was brought down with a horrendous thud, her body smashing into the
dirt as her ankles and knees were sharply smashed together.  She barely was
able to let out a yelp or scream, terror striking her heart as the riders
began moving around her in a circle.  As the rider who held her by the rope
moved around in a circle also, shortly Samantha was being spun around and
around, pivoted on her ass.

   Cheering and maddening howling leapt from their lips and all the while
Samantha could not have been more confused and terrified at what was going
on.  Her dress began to catch and snag as she was continually spun around,
her head getting dizzy very quickly.  As her body began to ache, Samantha
cried for help weakly as she struggled to gain her breath.

   "Let's go boys", one of the cowboys bellowed.  Suddenly the horses broke
their formation surrounding Samantha and the rider who had her held placed
the other loop of the room to the end of his saddle.  As she stopped
spinning Sam was able to see what he was doing, although it didn't register
in her confused mind, she was about to go for a ride.

   With a mighty command the horse shoot off with Sam in tow; she was now
being dragged across her father's farmland at a great speed.  Finally, Sam
was able to let out a real scream and what a retched scream it was.  The
most disturbing whale panicked through her lungs and out of her mouth.

   The terrified girl was now being beaten half to death by the ground in
which she had sewn seeds not that long ago.  Her body buffeted and bounced
across the rough soil, small rocks and pebbles yet not removed tore into
her skin and clothing while hammering away at her bones.  The muscles on
her legs and thighs strained to such a degree she felt as if they would be
torn clean off.

   Her horrified screams continued as horses behind her breached the gap
between them.  Soon all the horses were in a loose formation behind
Samantha, the riders clearly able to see and hear the extent in which their
victim was being destroyed by the ground.  Her arms stretched out over her
head and were dragged along the ground, bruising and cutting them as she
lost the fight to save herself.  Her dress was nearly destroyed as she
began to loose consciousness.

   After a minute or so more, the riders slowed down.  Samantha was barley
breathing by this point, her poor young body annihilated by the experience.
The men seemed pleased with their handy work and the rider that had roped
Samantha dismounted before placing her over his horse and remounting.  As
quickly, as they had appeared the men rode off into the distance, leaving
the farm behind.  The only evidence of Samantha being there was her straw
hat that had been trampled into the ground.

   Around half an hour passed before they reached their destination.  A
vacant wooden shack had been the men's hideout for the past several weeks
and they had finally stolen something other than livestock or money. 
Clearly all outlaws they had been attacking farmers and travellers in the
area for a short while, they would then sell on the horses and cattle they
had, while pocketing the cash they raided on a daily basis.

   Part 2: The first assault

   During the trip Samantha had lost consciousness and awoken several
times, each moment she was awake her senses were bombarded with pain, as
she was still yet unable to comprehend what was going on.  The dilapidated
shack housed the outlaw gang of nine 'wanted men'.  Each of them having a
list of offences worthy of significant prison sentences or perhaps worse.

   They all had decided to add one more offence to their list though; the
loneliness of their existence other than companionship among themselves had
driven most of the men to the conclusion that they needed some female
company.  However, none of the men had ever been exactly a gentleman; their
idea of a good time was not frequently shared by the women that they took.

   Samantha was perhaps the youngest girl that any of them had ever been
with and she was certainly the prettiest.  Each of them was more than happy
with their catch and wanted to waste no time.

   The seven riders quickly dismounted and were greeted by their two other
friends who had stayed behind to guard their spoils.  It was becoming all
too apparent though that this new prize was perhaps the most valuable of
them all.  The one who had brought Sam to this place on his horse has been
admiring her all the way back and never hesitated in dumping Sam from the
saddle to the ground.

   She landed awkwardly, the sharp pain enough to wake her once more.  A
sense of weightlessness hit her, as the ground seemed to disappear.  Three
of them carried Sam quickly inside the run down building.  A musky, poorly
lit, dust ridden vile room greeted them as they entered.

   Completely dark except for the light from the door, scraps of food,
dirty clothing, wooden table and stools plus several bundles worth of straw
against a wall was all that filled the room.  As Sam was able to look
around for a few moments she noticed no other doors than the one she came
in through, it looked like this was all there was to it.

   "Lets see what she's got", one of the men said in a rough voice.  All
the men were thirsty after their long trip out.  Some of them began getting
variety of water and whisky while the rest moved Sam to the straw.  Unable
to speak or protest she found herself falling more gently this time, the
straw bed broke her fall nicely.

   Her eyes began to focus on a tall large man standing right over her who
appeared to be undressing himself, she couldn't understand why though. 
This all seemed to surreal and strange to Sam.  The men admired her body
from a distance to start with, more of it on show than before due to the
harsh ride across the ground.  Most of her dress was torn away, only one of
the straps remained.  Her skin across her back, arms and ass was heavily
frayed and a dull ache in her head stopped her coming to any conclusions
even now.

   The man standing besides Sam lowered himself down, his jeans were around
his ankles and his cock was wide and grubby.  However, Sam didn't yet know
what that was, her innocence vastly apparent now.  "Have you ever seen
something so big in your entire life my young little whore?" asked the man
as he began placing himself between her legs.  "What is it?" she managed to
stagger out the question to a chorus of laughter.  "This dear, is something
very special that I'm going to give you, it's called a cock and it fits
inside of you.  But it won't fit properly at first, so I'm going to have to
force it", said the man with a more understanding tone in his voice.

   "Why would you do that, please don't", she began to beg.  The rough trip
with the horse had taken its toll though, she couldn't resist as he pulled
her skirt up to her waste, revealing her simple underwear.  His large rough
hand plunged towards them and yanked at the material, snapping the bounds
quickly in one motion.  "This is going to be so much fun whore, I'm glad
you could join our gang", laughed the man between her legs.

   The gauche animal plunged himself forward with the eloquence of an
elephant.  His vile member sought to rip into Samantha's ripened pussy but
failed at its first attempt.  She was bone dry and had never been touched
there let alone penetrated by such a thing.  Finally, Sam began to mount
some resistance, her shattered arms attempted to push this monster off her.
He paid her no attention though as he was more concerned in penetrating the
girl.

   Samantha's pretty body was dwarfed in comparison to this man's; he was
over two feet taller than she was and perhaps more than a hundred pounds
heavier if not more.  Years of living rough and fighting for a living had
left him weathered and strong, in stark contrast she was still delicate and
fragile in comparison.

   Her pussy was putting up more of a fight though; the previously
un-invaded jewel was doing a half- decent job of keeping the outlaw from
penetrating Sam.  It was a loosing battle though; he thrust with a lack of
grace but with plenty of power.  Soon enough he was inside the withering
girl, her pitiful fight lost for good.

   With one fowl swoop it was over, his might member was incarcerated
within the young girl's cunt, a grim smile smearing his face.  "At last",
he muttered as his muscely body began to thrust Sam into the straw further,
a bewildered and vacant look on her face was broken as her insides gave
way. Suddenly the docile girl began to scream her lungs out once more.  A
familiar wailing sound ripped through the small abode as eight future
rapists looked on in glee.  Each of them taking mental notes off this,
something they would probably remember for the rest of their lives.  They
all had a good view of the sublimely attractive girl, she was more gorgeous
than they ever could have imagined.  Somehow, now she was being raped, they
found her more appealing.

   The first man began to grunt heavily as his hips smashed into Sam, his
cock penetrating her completely as her insides were torn apart by the
invading member.  His cock was heavily constricted by the young twat; the
only lubrication came from his sweaty unwashed cock and the blood that was
now leaking from the taken virgin.  At this moment they seemed not to be
interested about her virginity, Sam had even less of an idea of how
important it was.  Right now, the only thing she could do was weep and
close her eyes, her body now being beaten down on by this brute.

   A dull ache continued to hide the lion's share of the pain she would
feel later, Sam could take no solace in the fact though.  Her body folded
under the pressure as the man inside of her was sweating like a pig as he
thrust his body on and on.  Although it had felt like an eternity for Sam,
in reality it had only been a couple of minutes.  Not having anywhere near
enough control, the man soon began to shake violently for a few seconds. 
He then collapsed on top of her, kissing her cheeks.  "You're the best I've
ever had", he said almost lovingly.  "I'll be seeing you again soon my
little whore", he smiled at her and lifted his slightly drained body.

   Sam's legs remained wide open; she had no energy to close them.  Her
face was almost blank besides the pain and tears that flowed from her
pretty, blue eyes.  Yet she hardly made a sound as the next man got between
her legs.  He too, like the last, thrusted his depraved organ into her
unfortunate and now unguarded cunt, piercing her deeply.  Each of the cruel
outlaws took Sam, one after the other, lasting only a few minutes a piece.
They all tasted her sweat body and now nothing was going to be stop them
exploring her unabated however they wished.

   Part 3: Cruel intentions

   The last of the nine outlaws removed his cock from an unconscious Sam's
cunt, she had passed out near the end and no one could be bothered to wake
her right now.  They all required a little time to recuperate and decide
what next to do with there prize.

   Not one of them had taken the time to remove her clothing fully; they
had left her in a bundled mess.  Nevertheless, as ideas were quickly thrown
around, they all found it difficult to restrain themselves, and why should
they?  One of the taller of the men took a very long swig of whisky before
moving in on Sam.  He spat down at her face and lowered himself down, naked
from the waist down.

   The spittle ran slowly down Sam's face; somehow, it stirred her enough
to breathe some life into her.  Her eyes opened with a hint of terror that
she must be feeling, but the shear shocking violence of her capture was
still heavily implanted on her mind and her body.  Suddenly she was greeted
with this mans cock, it hung inches from her face.  "Want a drink whore?"
his sly southern accent twanged.  Fearing refusal of his offer she nodded
ever so slightly.  A wicked smile beamed down at her as he tipped the
whisky bottle over her mouth.  A small lashing of thick harsh liquid
splattered around her lips and into her dry waiting mouth.  She lurched
forward in surprise at the foul taste but was held down by the man's strong
left arm.

   Breathing heavily she gasped at the liquid but winced more noticeably at
the pain from her battered back and ass.  She was pushed back down with one
hand which moved to her nose, cutting off the air supply.  The other men
had now gathered round to see what he was going to do.

   As Sam had to open her mouth to breathe, he poured more of the thick
liquid down into her mouth.  Trying to spit it out, she eventually had to
submit, gulping it down and only now recognising what it was.  She had once
before snuck a slip of her fathers whisky and had never wanted to taste it
again.  Now it was being forced down her throat mouthfuls at a time.

   After she had been forced to consume several mouthfuls, the man stopped,
allowing her to breathe properly.  The men laughed sadistically as she spat
out what she could, but the damage was done.  The whisky began to work its
magic, a burning sensation ripped through her insides.  Soon it would
overpower her and perhaps mercifully hinder the pain of her wounds.

   The mans slightly erect cock was suddenly thrust into her gasping lips,
the skin dry and cracking from the humidity and treatment she has received
so far.  Sam was unable to accept the cock in her mouth without trying to
expel it, but something told her not to do anything rash and risk further
pain.  "Suck on it to make me happy whore, that's your job now", he
commanded her.

   Entirely not sure what this would do, she began to suck on his cock as
if it were one of her fingers that had been cut.  The only difference being
this was much larger and tasted far worse.  She tried to continue sucking
but soon gagged in front of the men, spitting his cock out.  This was met
with a harsh slap across her peachy young face.

   For a few brief moments longer her eyes fixated on the grossly enlarged
member, totally surprised at how it at grown.  Trauma and shock had
remained firmly with her until now though, her body was unable to
understand or respond to what was happening to her.  However, slowly as the
cock was thrust back into her appealing mouth, the whisky took more of a
hold on her, quenching the pain and allowing her to focus on the situation
at hand.

   Suddenly, the past hour or two's worth of events rushed back into her
mind, panic and fear started to combat the shock.  Although being dragged
by that horse for a long time had knocked a lot out of her, sense was
starting to return and she stopped sucking once more.  Repeated slaps
started to rain down on her face, as the angry outlaw demanded she comply.

   Now Sam had to focus to slurp around the monsters cock, her
inexperienced mouth did little to stimulate the savage though.  "We'll have
to teach you to be a good cock sucking whore, won't we?" one of the men
asked rhetorically.  With that, his cock was withdrawn; he wanted to have
some real fun with her, perhaps encouraging her to suck his cock better in
the future.

   One of the men thrust Sam off the straw bed, two others gathered around
to help her over to the table.  A pair of rough hands gripped her thighs
and before she knew it, Sam was lifted up onto the table.  Gathering around
like flies on shit, Sam was completely encased in a wall of rough looking,
half naked outlaws.  Most of them still wore some form of clothing, cowboy
hats never seemed so menacing to Sam as they did right now.

   Finally, Sam's meagre clothing began to be removed.  Her tattered dress
had slipped back to its normal position but was so tattered and torn it
held no resistance to these strong brutish men.  They tore at it like a
rabid dog attempting strip meat from the bone.  As her once quaint full
body skirt was completely destroyed, the wounds from the ride behind the
horse became more apparent.

   Sam's back was cut to ribbons, rough grazes and sore looking cuts
littered her back.  Her arms faired little better and if the men could have
seen right now, they would have known to the extent in which the skin on
her ass had been savaged by the ground.  Sam whimpered in fear as words
escaped her, at least the pain was quelled by the whisky.

   Sam started to notice the remarks that the men were constantly making
about her.  She wasn't sure what all of it meant, so it made it hard to
focus on them.  However, she did find them to be disgusting and rude
comments whatever their exact definitions might be.  That moment of thought
was broken by the realisation that they had not only taken her in a way
that was not meant for any man, but also they could see almost every part
of her young and once untainted body.

   Sam's slow witted analysis of the situation made little to no
difference. Hands were now placed roughly on her small breasts, the men
started to make fun of them.  Suddenly she yelped in pain as one of the
outlaws grabbed far too hard, pinching the nipple and pulling it in ways
that it was never intended.  The rest of the men decided this looked like
fun and started clambering their hands to get a good grip of her breasts.
Sam almost lost consciousness through lack of oxygen; the men were crowding
around even tighter.

   This little game of breast grabbing didn't entertain them for long
though, this little beauty would provide much more entertainment for them.
"Let's get her bent over the table, she needs to know what her position
is", joked one of the outlaws to an approving chorus from the rest.  Sam
let out a pitiable yelp as she was grabbed once again around the waist.  It
seemed like she wasn't even paying attention to what was going on around
her, but the events earlier and the whisky were now starting to have a
greater effect than was planned.

   Sam's face started to get more and more pale as she was lifted from the
table and spun around.  Then her little body was thrust back onto the table
face down, her head hitting the table hard.  Her hips also collided with
solid wood, almost cracking them as her legs went lip.  Sam's ass hung
precariously over the edge of the table, totally exposed in all its glory.

   The outlaws finally got a good look at the damage done to the poor
girl's ass and they were all relatively impressed.  For some sick reason
they loved the idea of causing her immense pain, even though she had done
nothing to them.  One of the nine pairs of hands decided to rain down a few
blows on Sam's ass, weak screams emanated from her mouth for only a short
time.

   The groggy Sam was now quite 'smashed', the entire situation was going
right over her head.  This, the men decided was not as much fun as watching
a livelier girl struggle.  One of the men went off to get some rope while
another went to fetch some water that had been put onto boil outside.

   The men both returned at the same time.  During their brief exit from
the room, two men had flanked Sam's position and were holding her in place,
one of the more excitable outlaws had taken up position behind the
intoxicated Sam.  "Well boy's, it's time to liven this party up", said the
man with the boiling hot water.

   With that statement, the outlaw behind Sam used one hand to hold her
hips before driving his cock savagely in.  Sam let out a minor moan of
disapproval, but now nothing was getting through to her.  The outlaw
continued to drive his cock ruthlessly into the pinned girl, while using
his other hand to wave his cowboy hat around in the air as if he was
breaking in a wild stallion or riding a bull.  Stereotypically he started
shouting incomprehensible phrases like, "yeee'harrr", continuingly getting
approval from his comrades.

   A light wet slapping sound of their bodies impacting upon each other
accompanied a more sickening sound of Sam's body being driven into the
table like a nail being hit by a hammer.  To compound her misery, the man
with the rope had begun tying her delicate hands to the coarse wooden legs
of the table.

   Now Sam was completely pinned in place, her body continued to shake
under the hammering from the outlaw behind her.  Still she could not take
her eyes off the boiling water that was being held by one of the men.  He
began moving towards her and she shut her eyes, not wanting to know what
was coming.  The man moved calmly up to the girl being raped and held the
tin bowl of boiling water above Sam's back.

   The next thing Sam felt was a shocking burning sensation on her back. 
She began to scream so loud her voice almost instantly cut out, pain
ravaged her like nothing she could have imaged before.  All her exposed
wounds were now being soaked in scolding hot water.  She tried to arch her
back, or move in anyway to avoid further pain but it was no good.

   Whether by accident or design, the torture of Sam's back might in fact
stop infection, but that was perhaps not, what was on their mind? 
Nevertheless, it was followed up by a few lashings of their apparent vast
stock of whisky, this only increased the pain to Sam, and something she
thought was not possible.  Her wasteful bucking against the restraints was
giving the rapist more pleasure, too much in fact for him to contain
himself.  Proudly he began to spew his second load into Sam's already
drenched pussy.

   Her pussy had taken a ruthless beating so far, this was the tenth time
it had been penetrated and was the first ten of her life.  Inside she was
being torn apart but it seemed like nothing in compared to the pain in the
rest of her body.  Still, somehow, she torturously could not pass out. 
Something was stopping her.

   Something indeed was stirring inside the little girl's cunt, something
she didn't want to focus on yet her body refused to cooperate.  As the next
rapist took his position behind Sam, another decided to try his luck with
her mouth.  "So are you going to suck me good bitch?" he rattled in at her.

   Unable to articulate an audible response, Sam's mouth was left wide open
and was perceived to be an invitation.  The rapist grabbed her head,
holding it in place while his comrade took his own position behind Sam. 
The cock in front of Sam's face was one of the more disgusting out of the
lot, which was saying a lot.

   However, he showed no nobility or any sign that his own dilapidation was
in anyway a reason not to suck his cock.  He forced it deep into her mouth
until it touched the back of her throat.  Unable to gag, somehow Sam sucked
lightly on the twisted member and giving obvious gratification to the
rapist.

   The one behind her plunged his own rotten engine inside of her, Sam
unwittingly felt some sign of relief or contentment that a cock had
returned.  She had no idea she was being brutally forced towards an orgasm,
despite her body's rough treatment it continued to be stimulated in a
subtle way until she finally began to notice it consciously.

   The two rapists fucked her from each end, sometimes in unison, sometimes
randomly slamming their cocks into the defenceless girl.  Repeatedly they
assaulted her until the man in Sam's mouth let out his vile loud, shooting
it out wildly.  Sam refused to swallow it, letting it drip onto the floor.
They did not seem too worried about that now though; there were plenty of
men wanting to take his place.

   Each of them used her mouth and cunt constantly, never letting up until
they were all spent.  Sam's body lay traumatized over the table, pain
encompassing every inch of her once perfect little body.  Now, for what
they had done to her, what they were going to do to her, she would never be
perfect again.

   Chapter 4: Cry baby

   To be added very shortly!