Keywords: M/F anal, oral
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Buggery in the Badlands: Mexican Bandits



  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.


Mexican Bandits

"Ai! Caramba!" Juan shouted happily upon seeing the wagon sitting in
the gulch. "Look what the gringos left for us!"

At that point Juan didn't have any idea of the real bounty cowering in
the wagon. Seduced by fanciful tales of rich land and no taxes, the
Shermans had set out to build a fortune in the newest frontier. As it
became apparent how fanciful the tales, Mr. Sherman had weakened
in his resolve and given fertile ground to speculation.

That speculation had become temptation and then determination
when the wheel broke and the wagon train spared no sympathy for
their fate. Of course he'd find a replacement, he'd just be off a while.
The womenfolk should stay with the wagon. He never intended to
return.

He loved Kate passing well, but not passing his love for himself. As to
his witch of a sister-in-law, Betty, he didn't mind considering that they
were all likely to be tortured and kilt by Indians. His own sister, Anna,
had been like an open sore on him his whole life and he hoped she
survived the Indians to meet a worse fate than even he could
imagine.

It was hardly that approaching at a canter, but it wasn't likely to
please any of the women abandoned to the fates.

"You come any closer and I'll give you a good scolding!" Anna took
charge to repel the curious gang of bandits.

"No Habla Engleesh," Juan answered, "I don't understand what you
said. Therefore I will act as I wish, also I have guns."

Confronted with this language barrier, Anna felt her best weapon
taken from her and dove back into the wagon with a shriek. She
joined the others who felt the canvas cover of the wagon sufficient
barrier to ignorant peasants who couldn't even speak English.

"Well, what do we do now?" Jose one, to distinguish him from the
other two Joses, "That's a canvas cover and sure to be proof against
any sharp implements we might have. Shall we ride away in
disappointment, setting fire to the wagon first?"

As silly as the pretense of foreign language had become, Kate and
Betty still feared Anna's sharp tongue too much to point it out.
Instead, Betty decided to pretend a basic understanding of Spanish.

"I think they mean to set fire to the wagon," she whispered to the
others. "What should we do?"

"Stay and burn," Anna suggested. "It's better than what those
foreigners will do to you if you let them know we're here."

As an insight into Anna's mind, we should say here that she had no
intention of being heeded. She had no better hope of their treatment
than she said and suggested the horrible death so the others would
think she had been right when they were abused as she feared.

"No! No! Halto. No burno the wagono!" Betty shrieked desperately as
she burst from the wagon waving her hands.

"I can't understand her gringo accent," Juan said, and asked Jose
one, "Can you understand what she is saying?"

"I think she invites us to have sex with her," Jose one said. "In her
wagon, which is her travelling bordello."

"No, no, oh no," Betty repeated and then was lost for words as she
saw Juan's grinning face and knew he was taunting her.

"They mean to rape us repeatedly," Betty gasped as she dove back
into the wagon, "And the leader has a large mustache, which I fear he
will not hesitiate to use to tickle us as well."

"Even me?" Anna asked rather eagerly, not used to such attention
from men, perhaps the source of her sharp tongue.

"There are a lot of them," Betty said. "Some might even rape you
rather than wait for the others to be finished with Kate and me."

The novelty of this was not enough to alay Anna's fears completely,
but it was enough to introduce some ambivalence. It was fortunate
she did not go as far as welcoming the attention because it was
much worse than she suspected.

"Since I realize you can't understand me, I will make my meaning
clear," Juan told the women as he reached in and pulled Betty out by
the hair.

Kate scrambled after her, Jose one having a similiar grasp on her
own hair, and Anna followed hesitantly, unsure what else to do. Anna
paused at the rear of the wagon and peeked around to see Kate and
Betty had been pushed into a circle of the bandits and were running
around, trying to escape as the men pulled at their clothes.

They couldn't avoid them all, which was just a happy game the fun-
loving bandits liked to play with their helpless prey. They were running
about, shrieking and trying to hold onto their remaining gaments as
the bandits tore off their clothes. Anna observed the toying with
horror and not even a little jealousy. She was still too frightened to
run off and was cowering in case she could gather her courage.

"You no like our games?" a voice behind her startled Anna. "Perhaps
you like just skirts up and do it right away?"

It was all too likely Anna would have nodded to whatever he said, but
she wasn't being asked. Just as she heard him behind her, Anna felt a
hand grab her skirt and pull it up.

"Oh yes! Momma!" the voice was appreciative, "Just grab onto the
wagon wheel and hold on."

Anna was too startled to do anything else. She saw at once that she
would have to bend and sensed her vulnerability, but there was no
thought of an alternative. She bent dreading her rape and trying to
steel herself agains the unwanted invasion.

She struggled far too late when she felt the cock on her asshole. She
tried to start up, but that only seemed to drive his cock up her ass
and then she was summarily pushed back into position by a hand on
her back. The man slammed into her ass and Anna grabbed the wheel
again for something to hold onto.

"Now you stay until I am done and no donkey punch," the man
promised her.

Not knowing why she should be concerned for the man's donkey,
Anna still saw nothng but perils for struggling and did her best to
endure the pain and shame she was filled with. It was so far beyond
her comprehension that she could not accurately understand her
ravage. It was too horrible for her to admit that her torment was her
ass being fucked.

That was forced upon her, not by the eager efforts of the man with his
cock pumping in her ass, but by her witnessing the fate of Kate and
Betty. They had been stripped quickly and then allowed to run about
for a time, but as Anna was ass-fucked, she watched Kate pushed
down and a bandit landing on top of her.

What she was pleased to mis-understand in her own case was too
obvious in Kate's. When Betty was forced to her knees and a bandit
slammed into her from behind, Anna was forced to face that she was
being likewise dishonored. It was a brief surrender as the man behind
her pushed deep into her ass and jerked about soon after Anna had
to admit her disgrace.

"Now you go help the others," the man pushed her forward and off his
cock. "Many will want you."

Anna would not have moved farther than pushed on her own, but the
shove was enough to make her stumble into one of the bandits in the
circle around the men buggering Kate and Betty. He looked around
angrily, but then he face became a smile of happiness.

"Bueno Fortuno," he laughed as he pushed Anna ahead of him into
the circle.

She saw a look of betrayal from Betty and she fell to her knees. It
wasn't her fault they had not ripped off her clothes. Anna wanted to
say that to her outspoken sister-in-law, but when her mouth opened
the man who had pushed her down rammed his cock in her ass and it
came out a scream.

Others were being pushed aside so they could be replaced by fresh
hard cocks to bugger Kate and Betty. All Joses, Juans, Manuels and
Diegos were impatient to take a turn ramming their cocks in the poor
women's asses. There were so many of them that none of the women
wanted to know. It was certain that they would be ass-fucked
repeatedly.

Worse, they weren't sure if they wished to survive or not.

In Kate's case, her wishes were over-ruled by a panic of instinct. She
didn't think being stabbed or shot could be as bad as the painful stab
when the first man jammed his cock up her ass. She thought it worse
because it did not seem to lead to dying. This was confirmed when he
had battered her to his heart's content and pulled out, only for another
man to ram a different cock in her ass and begin all over again.

There had been several, none of them any less worse than the
others. Kate had reached her limit of horror, terror and disgust and
soon after her voice from screaming. She lay, or knelt, where she
was for the last few to stuff her ass with cock and carry out their ugly
intentions. It was, perhaps, her stillness that led them to overlook her
as they roughly handled Betty and Anna to their horses.

That brief inattention was all it took for Kate's instincts to react. She
ran wildly, not caring where, and by luck or instinctive guidance was
behind the useless wagon and off into the forsaken land before she
was missed.

"Where's the other?" Juan asked when he noticed.

"Who cares?" Jose one replied. "She'll die in the desert. If that's what
she wants, well, we've got these two to fuck."

With that, and Betty and Anna tied to their horses, the men rode off
abandoning Kate to her fate.