Keywords: M/F anal, oral Author: W R Jenkins Title: Buggery in the Badlands: The Lone Stranger 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. 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. The Lone Stranger "Howdy m'am!" That was his calling card and a silvery discharge from the anus his farewell gift. He rode the vast expanses of the Old West bringing his version of western hospitality to every woman who had the bad luck to meet him too far from help. He was the Lone Stranger, sole survivor of a pack of psychopaths, mostly related, and the sole survivor mostly because he killed them all. But that's another story. "Howdy m'am!" Now the Stranger was a passing handsome man and widder Johnson had no reason to suspect his motives. Not, anyway, beyond the normal urge of a man still breathing to get her naked and put his pecker up her. Being a widder she was not inclined to reject all such motives without examination. More clearly put, she didn't know if she'd mind getting naked and having his pecker up her. She still wanted to know more about this man, however. "Hello, stranger. I don't often meet anybody way out here," widder Johnson elicited his life story, or as much as she needed to overcome her moral objections. "I'm not here much myself," the Stranger said obligingly. "Just passing by in roaming the wide open spaces. I am surprised you know my name." "I don't know your name!" widder Johnson strongly rejected such familiarity, "I called you stranger." "It's hard to hear a capital letter," the Stranger admitted, "But that's my name, I'm the Lone Stranger." This had nothing to do with how familiar he wanted to feel. Widder Johnson was right past that and onto all the stories about the Lone Stranger. She'd been happier trying to guess his motives than to know them straight out. "Oh Dear Lord!" widder Johnson yelled out. "And just like they say! There's no one to help me out here and I'm doomed." "Then if you know that, you'll get off that horse and get naked," the Stranger told widder Johnson. "It's a whole lot easier and putting up a fuss isn't going to change a thing." "Well, then there you're wrong, because it will work us both into a lather and preserve my self respect something fierce," widder Johnson balked. "You're going to have to drag me off this horse and rip my clothes off." Now some might say there was something other than fear in her voice as she made this declaration, but that doesn't change the Stranger rolling off his horse and grabbing the widder and pulling her down. As far as the Stranger was concerned he could have thrown up her skirts and rammed it up her ass right there, but he did her the service of tearing at her dress from the top down. This may have been lacking in lather to the widder's mind as she responded by pulling away, incidentally helping the Stranger tear her dress, and running off. He gave pursuit and it became a game of strip the widder as he tore off more each time he caught her and she ran off with each lost piece. "Now you're only going to have a longer sore walk back if you keep running the same direction," the Stranger advised. "If you double back, which is a smart move since the horses are there, you'll cut down that achy walk." "I might have took you to my bed if you weren't such a wretched pervert!" widder Johnson shouted in reply. "Why don't you admit you're a faggot and go stick it in your boyfriend!" "Why, he might like it," the Stranger answered, grabbing widder Johnson by the corset which was all she had left and covered nothing of interest to the Lone Stranger. "I like the wiggling 'cuz you don't." "Why you're not even hard!" widder Johnson scoffed as the Stranger pushed down his dungarees. "I don't doubt I will be too soon for you," the Stranger said as he pushed her face down and made her rear rise up. "No! Please don't! Rape me if you gotta. In the right place, you know. Don't do that other thing!" the widder begged. "You don't like it in the ass? You've never had it in the ass? Don't you want to feel it in your ass?" the Stranger baited her. "You ought to know how to say it as I'm about to do it to you. You're getting it up the ass. You like that?" It was clear the Stranger did and widder Johnson was learning to her distress what the Stranger meant by him being ready too soon. He had his cock laid on the crack of her ass and she could feel it swell as he taunted and she begged. "No! I can't! I don't! I don't wanna!" the widder screamed out as the Stranger ass-cracked her with a very lethal hard-on. "Please! Not there! Not in my ass!" Those were the magic words. In this case, on this occasion, 'not in my ass' were the magic words. They served in many cases, but the Stranger was flexible in his selection of magic words. The words encouraged the Stranger to place his cock on the widder's asshole and give a little shove. "It can't get in! It's too big!" the widder shouted hopefully as the Stranger's cock was at first repulsed. "Just fuck me. Fuck me how you want, I don't care, but fuck me, you know, the usual way." Well, she didn't want it. She really didn't want it. It made it that much sweeter to feel her asshole spread open when the Stranger was serious about pushing. It crawled over the head of his cock as grudgingly as could be and then the widder screamed as the head went past the obstruction. "No! Please, no! Take it out!" the widder begged frantically. "It's too big. Take it out!" It probably would have been hard if she was trying to help and the widder wasn't trying. That just made the Stranger's dick harder. He was going right up that ass. He was going to feel his cock nose deep while the tight band slid down his shaft until it was right around the base of it and his cock was as far as it could go up her ass. "No! Please don't!" the widder kept begging even after he had. She tried to move but that only made him move harder with her. She had no room to evade and all her attempts were only making it better for the Stranger. She wiggled around, like he said, and excited him because she struggled. "Oh, but honey... we ain't even started," the Stranger told the widder Johnson once he'd buried his pecker full stop up her ass. "Now I commence to fucking this tight ass of yours." It was an entirely different form of nausea and disgust as the cock moved in the widder's ass. He'd done all the damage he was going to do and now she was drenched in the ignominy of the act. Still a physical torment, she now added the revulsion of that cock in the very wrong and disgusting place it was going. "Now don't you dare like it because I wouldn't appreciate that one bit," the Stranger taunted her as he crammed his cock in and out of her ass. In fact, he'd probably not notice as he was too wrapped up in the unshakable and ultimately undeniable fact he was ramming his cock right up her ass and that he owned her. Her reaction was subserviant to his sense of being deep in her ass and making her take it. Widder Johnson just plumb ran out of the energy to resist and lay there with her ass up as the Stranger's cock pounded into her asshole. She'd done all she could and his cock was still drilling deep in her ass and he was slapping on her butt with a loud disgusting reminder of the perversion he was forcing on her. It was very different from the sort of ramming she had hoped when she first saw the Stranger. "Now don't you wish you'd listened and doubled back?" the Stranger asked when he'd humped some time into her ass until he'd stirred the glee of invasion into a grand series of spurts up her ass. "You'll find the walk back the more painful for it." "Just shut up and move off, you dog faced goat fucker!" the widder snarled at the Stranger. "Now, now, and I was going to offer to fuck you like you wanted if you'll suck my dick," the Stranger offered. They both knew where it had been. The widder wasn't that desperate for a fuck. There were three or four boys in town that could do the job. "I'd turn you in, but everyone knows who you are and what you do and no one ever stops you," the widder complained. "'Cause they know you deserve it, all of you, all of 'em like you," the Stranger said. "They'd like to themselves, but you'd get back at them somehow. I just move on after providing them the service they wish they could. It's only the ones I buttfuck that don't like me." "And that surprises you?" the widder Johnson asked in surprise. "Aw, hell no. That pleases me. That's why I do it," the Stranger explained."It's no fun if you like it. Be a sad world if every woman wanted it in the ass." "So the way to stop you is to convince every woman she likes it?" the widder asked, "Nah," the Stranger waved off her supposition, "They can think they like it as long as they don't. Don't think it's possible that every women will like it enough to make it bad for me." Sincerely hoping she wasn't to provide repeat business for the Stranger, the widder began to limp back along the way she came. She still didn't like it and that made her a target. Worst of all, he was right about doubling back. It would have saved her many painful steps in getting to her horse. By the time she limped back he was, of course, gone. She had the silvery discharge from the anus so there was no reason to dally. The widder knew that somewhere he was trotting up to another unsuspecting woman, his calling card at the ready. "Howdy, m'am!"