Keywords: M/F anal, oral Author: W R Jenkins Title: Buggery in the Badlands: Precious Kate Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal. This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are under 18- 21 in some localities If you are underage you must leave now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation. End Sermon. Buggery in the Badlands Tales from the Untamed Youth of our Country when Victims were victimized without compromise and Damsels fucked right up the butt with no pause. And bloody retribution from victims left living, angry relatives and husbands pissed off about the trespass on their private territory. Precious Kate It's our fate - to be caught in the middle of the California earthquake - if only. One can only guess what horrible treatment awaited Kate Sherman at the hands of a unethical trader willing to sell fire water to Indians, and not just Indians, but Apaches. Of course, one is a idiot of mammoth proportions if one doesn't guess she was sodomized and freely and frequently, given the theme of the story. However, there are several manners in which this could occur which does grant some free rein in guessing who Kate got it from and how often. Those that suppose the trader kept her for exclusive personal use are dreamers and the rest of you should quickly advance every scheme and scam to them as they are ripe for plucking. As a trader it was in the man's interest to make profit where he might and prostitution was an attractive sideline for those interested in attracting others to their goods. That is to say, the goods for purchase and the sideline involving another person, not the trader. This was not his immediate calculation in acquiring Kate. That was her undeniable greater value than a bottle of cheap rotgut which piqued his merchant senses. How he might best utilize her came to him after he had taken full title to Kate. "Its good to be with people that speak English," Kate made the mistake of telling the trader. "I haven't been able to communicate for so long." "Nonsense." the trader said graciously, "I got the idea that the Injuns understood you perfectly." "Oh really? What did they say?" Kate was interested in the impression she'd made with her savage abductors. "Well, they felt you were intelligient enough to see your peril and wise enough to conform to their wishes in order to survive," the trader said and then snorted. "They said you'd do whatever I wanted and they'd take a bottle of whiskey for you." "Well then, maybe I'm not quite as ready to endure the sort of outrages they perpetrated on me now that I've been rescued by a man that should have civilized restraints and be plumb ashamed to treat a woman the same way as a dirt worshiping savage," Kate said. "What do you say to that?" "Whisky costs me 10 cents," the trader said. "I could get that for a shiny rock. I'm that good. Don't fret that I won't make a profit." With that he chased Kate into his peddlar's wagon, right up against the back and picked up her legs to make her fall on her generous ass. Then, to show his contempt for morals and strictures and restraints and even the spirit of the story, he rammed his pecker in her cunt and fucked her proper - or raped her proper if you want to be technical. "Now, at the danger of waxing too complimentary, I'd say that was worth a dime," he said when he'd dumped his spooge in her baby vault. "So now trhat you've had your price of me, you can take me to civilization and set me free," Kate proposed. "You ain't listening or you're too stupid to get it," the trader replied, "That's breaking even and I'm not in business to break even. I want a profit and you're going to churn profit out on your back, or on your belly it now occurs to me. And next time I'm going to see if butt- fucking you is worth a dime." This touching exchange behind them (ha ha) the trader proceeded to rent Kate out to evey interested buyer and in every town that wasn't run by women. The latter case included both those vile jurisdictions where feminine infliuence had the boys by the balls and the places that the broads that ran the cat houses didn't take kindly to competition. Still, there was enough of the wide open west that Kate's asshole never did quite stop being sore for having cocks rammed in it. This was not, as some might think, so novel as to make Kate particularly sought. While certain button clerks from back East might marvel at access, the rough and tumble man who settled the west were well acquainted with buggery, among themselves of necessity and of women for fun and, increasingly, to their well-bred horror as the dainty woman began to encroach on their hard-living ways. They liked it so much, in fact, as prices attest, they were willing to pay more to ram their peckers up an asshole. As there are no arguments superior to pricing in matters of supply and demand no one should retain the mistaken notion that Kate didn't have cock in her ass every day and in every way, to the trader's delight, if not so much Kate's. Now as much as it seems the thread of "Buggery in the Badlands" is getting away, more even than Kate starring in three episodes, it can be as accurately stated that the sharp eye of the impassioned observer is turning from brutal rudeness and ungoverened rapacity of the unpoliced territory to the scheming slime of corrupt control, much as the west became tied in the barb wire of so-called civilization and corruption became a family business. Which is to say that Kate was at long last dragged to Kansas for the trader to re-stock. "By the intervention of Holy God and the mercy of His Mother, ever- virgin and of constant sorrow, I have to thank Jesus Christ Son of God and font of all mercy!" Shorter versions were common when ramming a pecker in Kate's ass or filling her ass with spooge, but the lengthy and all-encompassing outcry made Kate look up at her next customer. With a second to adjust, she screamed at the top of her lungs. "What the fuck do you think you're doing to her?" the trader popped in holding a sturdy truncheon and a sour expression. "I'm not doing anythng to her!" Hank Sherman said upon seeing his wife. "She's my wife and I'm taking her with me and I'll have my dime back." "I'm not responsible for her being your wife, but fuck her or not, you're not getting your dime back," the trader said fiercely. Hastily considering the blow to his ego and then his wallet, Hank nevertheless took the high road and pulled the barely dressed Kate out of the wagon where the trader had set up shop and ignored other offers for Kate as he dragged her to the coal shed he managed to maintain as a residence. "I don't know if I should go on about you leaving us to die or that you're such a failure you live in a coal shed," Kate said. "I reckon I can start on one and work to the other in time. What have you heard from Betty and Anna?" "I'm not so much a failure as saving every penny for a new wagon wheel - that's it," Hank scrabbled together. "You're a whore!" "You can stop saving up as Mexicans burnt the wagon and carried off your sister and mine," Kate said. "You must have a lot saved. Should we buy a toney house and put on airs?" "You're a whore!" Hank repeated. "Then let's buy a big house and make it a brothel," Kate suggested. "You do have loads and loads of money, don't you?" Alas, he did not. What he had left was a drinking problem, marked down from the gambling problem and the woman troubles. Gambling was cured when he had no money, which solved his woes with women as well and all there was left was the dime bottle of hootch for a crutch. He was still ready with an excuse, however. "Losing you - that's it! And my sister and your sister! I couldn't stand the pain. It was all I could do to drag a bottle to my lips and drink myself into unconsciousness," Hank said. "Then we can save a dime a day as I can accomplsh the same thing kicking you in the head," Kate offered. "Don't you think we should go see what's left of the wagon before you're arrested for littering?" That was so far down on the left off part of Hank's list of things to do that he didn't have a snappy, or any, comeback to Kate's proposal. He stared dumbly as Kate proceeded to show him some of the other skills she had acquired being a butt whore for every man in God's creation. "What did you fetch me a kick square in the nuts for?" Hamk groaned as he collapsed from the aforemention kick in the nuts. "You weren't like this before. You sure Betty ran off?" "Nobody run off. We was drug!" Kate hoped to make as much impression on Hank with words as she had with her foot. "We was butt raped, gang raped and every other sort of rape you can think of and that was just the Mexicans while I was there. I got captured by dirt worshipping savages and Betty and Anna were rode off for, I suppose, more butt raping and the like." "Still no call to kick me in the nuts," Hank complained. "It's not like I'm man enough to knock you down and put my pecker up your ass in any case. Now you think on that before you say we should set out into them wilds again." Now Hank had a point and not just the one he usually hid under his hat. Kate might be able to deflect most trouble for having an ass to fuck, but that hardly seemed like a good plan to depend on and Kate had come to like getting a dime to be butt fucked - or someone getting a dime at least. She might still get that in Kansas, but out in the Badlands dimes were few and far between while cocks were many and like to be right up between her butt cheeks without even asking, much less paying. Still and all it wasn't called Buggery in Kansas and Kate's fate was pretty much predetermined. She was lucky enough the trader let them ride in the wagon to the edge of Godforsaken nowhere as long as she fucked customers for a dime until they split up. "Gonna miss ramming my dick in your ass, or the dimes, one of them," the trader said in farewell. "Might even be both and I'd investigate that if I hadn't just filled your ass plumb full of pecker snot and need a rest." It was a touching good bye because the trader didn't need a hard-on to grope Kate and when she'd gotten out of reach, she turned Hank toward the south and kicked him in the ass to make him move. "We got farther than this before the wheel broke," Hank complained for their turn south, but Kate kicked him in the ass again and set him moving. "I said they burnt the wagon and no reason to find the ashes. I reckon Betty and Anna are in old Mexico if they're alive and if they aren't, then the desperados that kilt them are," Kate explained. "You're going to threaten them and they'll gloat over what they've done while they torture you." Cutting out the crying and begging and continual whine as Kate kicked Hank to Mexico, their reception was much less grim than they expected. "Hola! Ju must be my brother, rat-fart," Hank was greeted a full three steps over the border into Mexico. "It's good to see you can come and visit me and my sweet Anna." Already beyond unexpected and far into unbelieveable, Kate allowed this man (Manuel) to lead Hank to an adobe bulding where, indeed, they found Anna. "What the fuck are you doing here? Where the fuck did you go? Manuel! Why are you dragging these polecats in here? You all stink and I don't know what the fuck you think you're going to find here," Anna rattled off in fine form upon seeing them. "This is your sweet Anna?" Kate asked Manuel in disbelief. "You forget I don't understand her," Manuel told Kate confidentially. "I hear her voice. I ignore. Bedtime comes. I like Anna then." "This damn tiny-dicked savage fucks me up the ass every chance he gets! Thank God he isn't hung like a real man or he would have kilt me by now!" Anna snarled on in her unending diatribe. "Bend me over and - bang! - right up the butt! It's a marvel I can shit right!" "I don't know what you know about savages, I was butt-fucked and every other kind of fucked by Apaches after you rode off," Kate interjected, needing to claim credit for her own ordeal, "Do you know where Betty is?" "Betty? Don't mention that bitch to me! She's Conchita now and rides with that thief Juan as his second in command," Anna revealed. "Jose one has been demoted to just another Jose, but I hear he and all the other Joses drag Conchita behind the bushes and fuck her in the ass every time they stop riding - so that's something." "I would be careful in putting too much weight on what I didn't just understand," Manuel said confidentially to Kate, "Conchita is capable of dragging all the Joses behind the bushes herself. She is, how you say, a hot tamale." "No, you say she is a hot tamale, I would call her a unrepentant slut," Kate told Manuel. "You know Juan liked me better and I shoud be Conchita and Betty should have been butt-fucked by Apache." "What are you gonna do?" Manuel shrugged. "All you've done in finding your kin is get into line to be buggered in the badlands by one and all." "Now you leave your tiny little pecker out of it, Manuel," Anna turned on him, "I won't have you make me a liar by getting a hard-on you don't ram up my ass. Kate might need to compensate for marrying no-dick Hank by getting butt-fucked by all and sundry, but you hold yourself out of that crowd. Come to think of it, ram your cock up my ass right now so my kin can see I wasn't lying." Manuel was happy enough with the prospect to push Anna down over the table where she was making, what else?, tamales and produce his pecker to put up her ass. He went from halfsie to hard in the time it took to get his cock between the cheeks of Anna's generous ass, which served as a testament to the affection the two had for each other. "Dad blame it, Manuel!" Anna shrieked as her part of the testament of mutual affection, "You've got your prick up my ass! That's plumb unnatural and you're an animal!" "You see how she begs for it," Manuel said apologetically as he stuffed his prick in Anna's ass. "That is what she says- I theenk." His pretended misunderstanding no less silly for it, his vigor jamming his prick in Anna's ass put silly in its place far to the rear of watching him bugger Anna. He was serious and it was clear that he'd done it before. If Kate had looked hard at Manuel she could testify that he had done it before, up her own ass in fact. But at the moment, it was Anna bent over the tamales and getting her ass fucked to a fare thee well. "Now I'm helpless and hopeless and cowardly and all, but none of that stops me from seeing that his prick is right up my sister's ass," Hank finally spoke. "Must be quite a man to manage and here's to him for it!" "You so proud of him, jam your pecker up her ass when he's done," Kate suggested. "You're enough of a low-life to do it, just usually too scairt to try." "And the situation is changed how?" Hank inquired. "You get right up her ass when Manuel pulls out and she's still bent over, she might not notice, accustomed to being buggered in her butt as the nasty slut is," Kate said. "Otherwise I'll sit on her head and you can pump turds for the fun of it." Her reason unclear, Anna said nothing about this heinous vulgarity while Manuel was pumping prick up her ass. He bounced her butt about in his happy pursuit of stuffing her ass with pecker while she grunted at the impacts that jiggled the table and her tamales along with her big butt and other shaking parts. It wasn't until Manuel pumped her ass full of spooge and stepped back that Anna indicated she had been listening to the exchange between her brother and Kate. "Hank warn't ever enough man to put his pecker up my ass and I don't reckon he is now," Anna said in contrary fashion as her vacated asshole was ripe for Hank to bugger. "He knows he's not man enough and will commence with the excuses presently." "I only need scold my wife for not taking her part - iffen she don't," Hank said as he shocked Anna by stepping up and ramming his cock up her ass as Kate had told him. "I reckon you get held down, I don't mind so much fucking your ass." While shock held Anna in place, Kate saw no reason to interfere, but when she reared up, Karte felt an obligation to her word and her general dislike for Anna to hold Anna down, although not strictly sitting on her head. It seemed the indication of intention was enough, or the indication of intention and a hearty lean on Anna by Kate. Anna stayed down and Hank put his pecker up her ass fit to do himself proud. He wasn't exactly thinking about the repercussions of boning his sister up the butt as he stuffed her shitter. It was more a heat of the moment thing and his response to the rather masterful commands of his wife. That it did serve several secret motives didn't tend to inhibit Hank either. He was glad enough to ram his prick up Anna's ass and didn't need to fuss over it to have the good of her squealing rejection of his buggering. "You have no right to upset me so much with a dick so small!" Anna complained loudly as Hank crammed cock up her ass. "I shouldn't have to fuss for a cock I hardly feel." "I have to agree there," Kate said as she leaned on Anna while Hank jammed Anna's ass with cock, "I've been buggered all across these badlands and yor cock ain't so much, Hank. Ram it up her ass harder to make up for than now, won't you?" Seeing her complaints were liable to bring her more trouble, although in the present case Hank was already cramming his cock up her ass as hard and fast as he could manage for spite, Anna decided to keep her distress to herself. She supposed she had underestimated Kate if she could get Hank to bugger her, Anna. It certainly meant she had extra spine to lend him, Anna thought as her brother rammed his pecker in her shit chute with ass-damaging force. "And now - no offense to Manuel - we're going to find Juan and Hank is going to fuck Conchita in the ass and maybe all the other Joses can fuck her ass too, but Juan is going to see his mistake or he'll be bent over and butt-fucked in Conchita's place," Kate said with conviction after Hank had dumped a full load of pecker snot up his sister's ass.. "I think that might be worth a million to Juan," Anna quipped, "I think he's a fag for preferring Betty to me." "I don't know what either of you said, but leave me Anna to butt-fuck," Manuel said. "I would miss her ass otherwise." This left Manuel at least satisfied with the situation as Kate began kicking Hank's ass again, in the general direction Manuel had indicated as the camp of the Mexican bandits. Hank, who had become accustomed if not fond of being kicked along, stumbled toward their destination as best he could while Kate began to imagine what she might do when they did encounter Juan. As Kate has progressed from sorry victim to avenging fury, it might be suspected that she and Hank descended on the bandits in full fury and put her plans into action. At the very least it might be suspected there would be harsh words for Juan and her sister. This, of course, comes without remembering that narrative device called a twist. As well, there were lots of Mexicans and Hank was not going to be any help. "Well, look who has rolled into our campsite unwelcomed and unannounced," Juan said when Kate kicked Hank at the crest of a rise and Hank rolled down the incline and nearly into the campfire around which sat Juan, Betty, now Conchita, and the several Joses. "Although he is a stranger to me, he fits the description Conchita has made of her worthless brother-in-law." "No! He is Betty's worthless brother-in-law and I see Betty's sister, his wife, atop the crest, but I am Conchita," Conchita said. "As we are no relation, I say you are merciless with them and treat them as you wish." "Hola, Conchita, but I say your words are wortthless as I doubt Juan sprachens sie English," Kate said as she strode boldly into camp. " Therefore: Holy Frijoles! Aiiie Caramba and Aii cuneta!" From the looks, it was clear no one had any idea what Kate's bastard Spanish was to mean, but it did prevent them, for the moment, from jumping up and throwing her to the sand. She was able to come face to face with Juan in the interval and gave him her best withering stare. "If ju really prefer that old withering bitch to her younger, more limber sister, then you'll prove it by throwing her down and ramming your cock up her ass," Kate challenged. "Otherwise the boys will know you're a twisted hombre and fuck you in the ass instead." "While I have not picked my Joses for the brightest minds of their generation, I am sure they can see there is nothing behind your words, but that your behind is made for having the fuck fuck as you say," Juan countered. "I say they throw you down and have it up your ass and Conchita and I laugh at ju." "Then the Joses will be having the better of you and in not so long will come to see that," Kate went on, the Joses seeming too interested in the exchange to do more than kick Hank in a desultory manner. "They will take over for having the best ass to fuck and you will have Betty." As much as this might seem confusing to any audience, the Joses were exempt for not listening to any of it. Ass was in prospect, they could see that and they were waiting to see what benefit they might have before jamming their pricks up someone's ass. Lest you get the wrong idea, they were only thinking of Betty and Kate, but this was because there were women present and not a hard and fast rule. "Oh no, no, the only way of gaining their loyalty is to have them fuck you in the ass," Juan said triumphantly and then jerked a bit as he thought what he had said. "Then line up boys, aqui, aqui," Kate made gestures to indicate a line, "Ju will all have better ass than Juan and it is for you to see that makes you the leaders and not Juan and his tired ass old whore." "Oh, like they give a shit," Conchita sniffed at Kate's offer. "They just want to ram their cocks up an ass and good luck getting them to remember whose it was once they've pumped pecker jizz in your butt." Juan did not look as certain as the Joses seemed interesting enough in Kate tossing up her skirts and pulling down her bloomers. At the appearance of ass there had never been any controversy that they would swarm and try to put thier dicks in it. As that was indeed the case, Hank had a respite from desultory kicking and got to his feet by Juan and Betty, now Conchita. "Was a regular ass whore for a peddlar that bought her from Apatches for a bottle of rotgut after she left you-uns," Hank filled them in. "This will be the same as a good day, but won't strain her none, if that was what you were hoping." "I was hoping she'd get fucked in the ass," Betty said combatively. "She's getting that." "And now that's a bad thing?" Juan picked up on the careless truth. "Why then do you let the Joses pull you in the bushes and fuck your ass? I thought you were sorry for them since I have your ass all the time. And for that matter, why don't I have my cock up your ass?" "I would think it's the pants," Hank said helpfully. "I know I drop mine when I fuck, ass or cunt." "Then go on - drop them - if you've got to have it - if that's all you think about - if that's all I'm worth to you," Conchita said as she pulled up her skirts and revealed a lack of bloomers or knickers or any covering that might slow a cock on a mission to go up her ass. "Another benefit of not knowing what she's saying," Juan confided in Hank as he dropped his pants. "I think she is telling me to hurry and to get in deep and to fuck hard." "Frijoles caliente and chili can carne," Hank whooped in support as Juan grabbed Betty by the hips and rammed his cock straight up her ass and proceeded to bounce her about on his hard prick. Juan did a leader-like job of boning Betty up the butt, but there were many Joses and he could not outlast them all. Given Kate was well started and nearly done with the first Jose, not necessarily Jose One, there were only three left, including the one pecker drilling her stink hole when Juan heaved hard enough to knock Betty over and followed her to the sand to bury his bone and pump her full of sticky spend. But there was still the one ass-fucking Kate and two more dancing in impatience for their turn and Juan looked up from loading Betty's ass. "Doubt you can get it up quick enough, but Kate could take it," Hank said helpfully -- or cuttingly. "I'm thinking I might ram her ass and contribute my own pecker snot as I don't think she'll notice." There was evidence that Hank was ready to do just that, but Kate's cooperation was still in question. As it was, there was to be a bit of a wait, if not a particularly long one for the man banging her butt to squirt and then two more to repeat the process. Juan used the time to think, but all he could think of was Kate fucking every Jose and her challenge to him. In that Conchita's, or Betty's, habit of dragging them into the bushes to ram their peckers up her ass stood as a danger. If, as she said, her ass was the best and tight and exciting as could be, the Joses would still follow the man who tamed it. It was not a certain thing, as nothing was certain with the Joses, that they would revolt for liking Kate's ass better, but Juan didn't like that gamble. Even worse was that none of the Joses, even Jose one, was likely to assert himself to claim leadership but he could see Kate would use their support to claim it for herself. "So what do you theenk, Gringo?" Juan was desperate enough to ask Hank. "I done said I think I'll have my prick up her ass as quick as can be before she knows it's me," Hank answered. "I mean will she recruit these Joses and steal my bandits and take some ridiculous and obscenely violent revenge on me?" Juan asked. Hank thought a moment and said extravagantly, "Like I've any idea what she might do. Having kicked me in the ass from Kansas to here, you can't rule out violent revenge, but I don't see her wanting to be a Mexican bandit, even as leader, seeing she'd have to be assfucked by them all all the time. She did mention, a long time back, that she should be Conchita and Betty should go to hell." "But what does that leave for you?" Luna asked Hank. "A slow, painful death, messy, I reckon, but I'd be more pleased to just escape," Hank said honestly. As Kate was finishing with the last Jose and Hank was jockeying for position to put his prick in her ass before she knew, Juan was compiling all the options from his musing and selecting a plan. He thought he was being wise, but Kate diasbused him of the notion. "I know that's you, Hank," Kate said to Hank, not Juan, "Take that as a farewell gift because, if I get my bloomers up and you're still in sight, I'll shoot you and leave you to the buzzards." That low-life sidewinder dealt with, Kate looked up at Juan and said, "You'd be better served to send Betty after him or Conchita will slit your throat in the night after you have butt fucked her." As this solved all Juan's problems and not in the worst way, he decided no more thinking was needed. "I would go now as you can been seen a long way off and I think your sister will shoot you in the ass and that's a horrible way to die," Juan said to Betty. "I did like her better, but she got lost and I took you as consolation. Also, the Joses have fucked your ass to a loosness that is not as good as it once was." "Now hold on, Juan," Kate said, having her butt injected with pecker ooze, but laying in place a moment longer out of affection for Hank, so he could get farther off before she pulled up her bloomers, "Ju make much sense about her ass and I've changed my mind. We can keep Betty and call her Carmen and she can be for the Joses to fuck in the ass." "And you will cut off my pecker for fucking her?:" Juan asked with some misgiving. "I will point at you and laugh for being el Stupido," Kate said, pulling up her bloomers and not even looking back as she knew Hank had gone off like the Roadrunner in his hurry to not be shot. "She has a used up loose ass and mine is tight and practiced. And I don't care if she's rammed by more cock. It will be your loss and I won't care." "Then where is the question? Joses, we do as she says!" Juan announced. "This is Conchita now and Carmen there is for Joses. Vaminos Muchachas!"