From angelican@juno.com Sun Mar 30 16:41:03 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay,alt.sex.stories.hetero,alt.sex.stories.incest,alt.sex.stories.d,alt.sex.stories
Subject: 4 Cowboys (MMM/f, rape)
From: "Trevor T." <angelican@juno.com>
Date: 30 Mar 1997 21:41:03 GMT
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Four Cowboys (MMMM/f, rape, non-cons)

	The sun has just set beyond the dusty Arizona horizon, leaving the sky
with a warm reddish glow that was quickly fading to black.  The white, 1980
Chevy van rolled to a stop on a secluded, back country road.  A thick layer
of dust coated the outside of the vehicle, almost effectively hiding the
numerous rust patches, dents, dings, and years of abuse under a smooth
layer of gray.  It was a beat-up, quite worn-out old machine, but it served
its purpose, and that was all that was important.  There were no side
windows at all; just two shaded vents on the back doors and heavily tinted
driver and passenger windows in the front.
	Inside the van, the back seats had been removed in order to make room for
the spread-out blanket that now rested over the dirty, worn carpet.  Two
men sat in the front seats, and two more, a father and his fifteen-year-old
son, sat on the floor in the back, guarding their tightly-bound prize.

	Mike shifted the van into park and turned off the engine.  He and Bruce
immediately stood up stretched their legs as much as they could in the
cramped interior.  It felt like they had been driving for hours, though
when Bruce glanced at his watch, he realized it had only been 45 minutes.  
	They each walked to the back of the van and knelt down on the blanket. 
Steve and his son, Chris, stretched their legs briefly as well and then
joined the others in looming over the unconscious 13-year-old brunette who
now lay limp before them, her hands bound firmly behind her back and an
elaborate gag tied tightly across her mouth.  Mike gently patted the girl’s
face, bringing her back to fuzzy consciousness.  

	She stared, disoriented, into the blackness for a few moments, until a
painful surge of light burned into her eyes.  She winced and squinted for a
few moments, waiting for her eyes to adjust.  She tried to move her arms,
but found it impossible.  She heard a male voice say, "Yep, she’s awake,"
but she couldn’t identify who it belonged to.
	Mike removed his flashlight from the girl’s face and set it on the floor
next to him, casting eerie yellow glow and harsh, brooding shadows on the
walls of the van.  The girl blinked a few times as the image before her
came into focus.  There were four of them above her.  Four men, all in
cowboy hats.  Three of them looked to be in about their mid-thirties and
one looked like a young teenager.  She looked quickly from face to face, a
feeling of sheer terror welling up inside her.  One man knelt next to her
head.  He was a big man, with broad shoulders and a seemingly powerful
torso.  He stared intently into her face from under his brown cowboy hat,
as though lost somewhere in deep thought.  His face looked frighteningly
mean, with scowling, burning eyes and a scruffy five o’clock shadow.  There
was a red neckerchief tied around the collar of his blue denim shirt, and
his belt buckle reflected brightly in her eyes as he gently massaged the
bulging crotch of his tight blue jeans.
	The one next to him also wore a hat, but he was a bit shorter and looked
clean-shaven.  He appeared sweaty and dirty; but then, they all did.  He
had one hand clasped around his belt buckle and the other one hung at his
side.  He licked his lips as he eyed the helpless girl up and down so
intently that she could almost feel his horny gaze slithering all over her
body, prying into every nook and private place she had.  She trembled,
confused and frightened, as he reached out and stoked her breast with his
powerful, sweaty hand.
	The young one on the other side of her looked to the man next to him and
said, "Can I?"
	The man responded, "Sure son.  We’re gonna have us some fun tonight," as
he guided his boy’s hand to her other breast.  The boy squeezed and needed
painfully, as he moaned and immediately tugged at his crotch with his other
hand.  His dad did the same as he unbuttoned the first few buttons of his
shirt, airing his hairy chest.  His shirt had the sleeves torn off,
obviously to show off his large, rippling muscles and the serpent tattoo on
his upper left arm.

	And then, in one terrifying flash, it came back to her.  How she had been
bike-riding on the gravel road near her house when the van pulled up next
to her, how the doors flung open and men jumped out at her, how they
grabbed her and clasped her wrists painfully behind her and cupped their
salty hands over her mouth as she tried frantically to yell, how they
dragged her into their van and how they beat her when she struggled.  She
remembered them cruelly pulling off her T-shirt and jeans and shoving her
panties in her mouth.  She remembered how the man had used his son’s blue
neckerchief to gag her face and how the big mean-looking one had painfully
bound her wrists with clothesline.  She remembered the young one telling
his dad that he didn’t feel right about this, and his dad telling him to
ignore it and to think with his cock instead.  She remembered him referring
to her as "my boy’s birthday present."  And she remembered drifting into
unconsciousness after the scary one had slammed her head into the wall.

	Now they were all talking around her, over her, about who would get to "go
first" and about whether or not they should untie her.  Bruce’s cock ached
to be let loose from its tight denim prison, but he didn’t want to just
yet.  He would prolong this night as much as possible; they only did this
once a year.  He wanted to make this little prize remember him.  He swung
his leg over her head and straddled her face, to the cheers of the men
around him.  He leaned forward and thrust his hungry groin into her face,
then pulled back and cupped the bulge with both hands in front of her wide,
trembling eyes.
	"You want this, little lady?" he asked her cruelly, touching the tight
bulge to her nose.  She made a pathetic moan through her gag and turned her
head to the side. He angrily grabbed her head in his powerful hands and
pressed it to his crotch.  
	"I don’t give a fuck whether you want it or not!" he howled at her, "Yer
gonna get it anyway, slut, and it’s gonna hurt."
	She closed her eyes tightly, trying to hold her breath as he held her head
firmly to his groin with both hands.  He slammed her head into the floor
once, and then pressed it to his manhood again.
	"Open you’re fucking eyes, cunt!  Yer gonna look at this huge cock!"  
	She opened her eyes and shook in pain and fear.  He then let go of her
head and violently undid her gag, tossing the saliva-soaked panties and the
handkerchief to the side.  Mike picked them up and rubbed them against the
bulge in his jeans as she lay gasping for air, her mouth and throat too dry
to form sounds.  Bruce then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small
knife.  He flipped up the blade and held it to her throat.  The fear in her
eyes made his cock jump.  Suddenly, he flipped her over and cut the rope
that bound her wrists.  Her arms fell loosely to her sides as Bruce turned
her over again and pulled her into an upright position in front of him,
straddling her once more.
	Though it hurt her a great deal, she managed to beg a raspy "Why?" through
her dry mouth.
	Bruce laughed.  "Because yer a cunt, and this is what cunts are designed
for--servicing their cowboy men."  All the men laughed.
	"What’s her name?"  Mike asked, still rubbing the soaked panties into the
crotch of his jeans.
	"What’s yer name?" Bruce ordered.
	"Megan," came the dry, forced whisper.
	Bruce smiled a cruel smile and pressed her face into his jeans again, so
hard this time that his belt buckle made an impression her forehead.  Every
part of her young, naked, body trembled.  Even though she was a virgin and
had never even seen a man naked before, she knew that the rock hard
cylinder pressing into her face was his dick, and it made her nauseous.
	"Take a deep breath," Bruce ordered in his western cowboy accent.  Megan
did so.  It was amazingly difficult to do; she was almost being suffocated.
 A lungfull of musky, sweaty manscent entered her, nearly making her gag.
	"Do you like it, little lady?" Bruce asked, his fingers digging deep into
her scalp as he pressed her face to his groin even harder.  
	Her nose ached, and she saw blue spots in her right eye as his stone bulge
crushed into it.  She took another breath, and it was even harder this
time. 
	Bruce then released her and she dropped back to the floor, gasping.
	"See this belt?"  Bruce said, looming over her.
	Megan looked stared at the thick, studded leather belt and at it’s large,
shiny buckle.  When she saw that he was waiting for an answer, she nodded
hastily.
	"Well, I’m gonna beat yer naked little body with it over and over and
over, until it hurts so bad you’ll wish you were dead."
	Megan’s eyes widened as a wave of adrenaline shot through her.
	"It’ll leave huge, bloody welts all over yer skin that’ll never heal.  And
I’m gonna like doing it, too.  Do you want that?"
	Megan cowed slowly away from him until she was firmly against the back
doors of the van.  Bruce stayed where he was, watching her.  His dick was
going crazy, watching this dominated, naked girl shiver at his words.
	"Do you want that!" he yelled at her, making her jump.
	She shook her head no.
	"Well guess what?" Bruce said, a wide grin coming over his face, "That’s
just too fucking bad!"
	Mike and Steve smiled.  Young Chris rubbed his crotch, loving every minute
of this.  He had never been so horny in his life, and having his dad right
next to him, feeling the same thing he was, was even more exciting.  He was
going to get to lose his virginity tonight, as well as fulfill every
fantasy he had ever had.  His dad was right; things are a lot clearer when
you let your cock do your thinking for you. 
	"Now," Bruce said, "Come here, undo my belt, take it off, and hand it to
me."  
	Megan froze.  She couldn’t move even if she wanted to.  
	"NOW!!" Bruce shouted at her in such a frightening tone that she was
afraid of what would happen to her if she didn’t do as she was told.  
	Slowly, on trembling limbs, she crawled back over to him.  Naked, her skin
felt at least 110 degrees, and the whole van was beginning to smell like
Bruce’s crotch; musky, sweaty, hot.  She knelt in front of him and raised
her hands slowly, each arm feeling like it were weighted down by a thousand
pounds of lead.  As she reached for the buckle of Bruce’s belt, her hand
brushed past the bulge in his pants and his dick lurched at her like a
starved animal attacking through its cage.  It startled her.  To be honest,
she was more afraid of facing that monster than of being beaten to death.
	Slowly she lifted the buckle and unfastened the belt, careful to avoid
touching or looking at the pulsating bulge in his tight, faded jeans.  She
looked up pleadingly into Bruce’s face, but he just looked down at her with
a huge grin and a blank, empty stare.  And then she knew that he wasn’t
there anymore; she was looking into an empty shell.  Everything that was
Bruce was now down in his pants, pulsating, writhing, straining to get at
her.  She looked around at the three other men, and got the same
frightening impression from all of them.  Their blank, wanton expressions. 
Their full, undivided devotion to their swelling groins.  She realized that
their entire selves had migrated into their dicks, and there would be no
reasoning with them.
	She slid the belt out of the loops in Bruce’s jeans, and held it in her
hands.
	"Fold it," Bruce ordered.
	She did so.
	"Now hand it to me."
	Megan couldn’t.
	"Now, cunt!" he yelled, causing her to jump again.
	She slowly handed him the ends of the belt.  As soon as Bruce closed his
hands around it, he sailed it across her face so hard she was send
sprawling out onto the floor, her would-be shrieks of pain muted to
crackling whispers by her dry throat.
	"Chris, rustle this cunt something to drink," Bruce said,  "I can’t hear
her scream."
	Chris took a brown glass bottle of beer from the six-pack beside him.  He
twisted off the cap and took a swig for himself first, then held it out for
Megan.  Megan didn’t respond, still shaking and crying from the pain of
Bruce’s lashing.  He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up to him.
 He shoved the end of the bottle into mouth and poured.  She drank eagerly.
 "This is what you’re gonna do to my cock later," he said to her.   
	Steve yanked the bottle from her mouth and set it on the floor.  Megan
gasped for air and sobbed aloud, this time with voice.  Steve positioned
himself behind her so that his hairy, exposed chest was pressed up against
her naked back.  He took one of her hands and guided it to his son’s
crotch.  "Feel it!" he ordered as he rubbed her hand all over the hard
mass.  She could feel the coldness of the man’s belt buckle in the small of
her back, his gritty chest hair against her skin, and his hot, horny breath
on her neck.  He guided her hand up and down the pulsing manhood that
strained under his son’s stretched jeans.  "My boy just told you he’s gonna
let that prod rip into yer mouth.  Tell him thank you." 
	Megan didn’t say anything at first, but then trembled a defeated, "Thank
you," to the boy.  Chris smiled.  "Better do yer talking now, bitch," he
said, "It’s gonna be hard with a cock shoved down yer throat."  Megan’s
felt a surge of fear ripple through her body again.
	Steve then painfully clasped her pussy with his free hand and pressed her
back against him.  She could feel his rod running the entire length of her
crack.  "And yer gonna get this piece of meat up your ass," he said to her,
then threw her back to Bruce.  She cried out in pain as she hit the floor,
her face buried into the smelly yellow blanket. Bruce grabbed her by the
hair and yanked her to he knees so fast she didn’t have time to finish her
yell.  Steve and his son sat back and relaxed against the wall, stretching
out their legs and resting them on the blanket, their hard boots clicking
together.  Steve put his arm around his son and handed him the beer.  They
looked at each other, seemed to smile a mutual "good job," and massaged
their anxious cocks as they waited for the show to begin.  Mike crawled
over to their side of the van and sat against the wall next to Chris.  He
was now tasting the girl’s panties, poking them in and out of his mouth and
occasionally wrapping them around his tongue.
	
	Tears streamed down Megan’s face and Bruce positioned her in front of his
hungry bulge once again.  
	"It’s awfully tight here in these pants, little girl," Bruce said in a
fatherly sort of tone, "Why don’t you let my bull prod out so you can play
with him?"  He unbuttoned his jeans and guided her face to his crotch. 
"Unzip them with your teeth, or you’ll get the belt across the face again."
	Megan continued to cry, her tears making the man even hornier. 
Hesitantly, she grasped Bruce’s cold zipper in her teeth and pulled it
downward.  Her nose brushed down the shaft of his cock as it strained
though his pre-cum and sweat-soaked briefs.  The smell was overwhelmingly
musky, and she gagged.  
	Bruce then moved away from her unexpectedly and laid himself backward onto
the floor.  He stretched out languidly on his back, his jeans unzipped and
his cock now protruding obscenely from under his briefs.
	"Take off my boots," he said.
	Megan did so, trying her best not to look at his frightening prong.  She
set the boots neatly to the side.
	"Now the socks."
	She tugged at his socks.  They were soaked with sweat.  Getting them off
was a more difficult task than she thought it would be.  When she was done
she set each one in its respective boot.  Bruce then grabbed her wrists and
violently yanked her on top of him, his dick pressing wetly against her
stomach.  Just the feel of it made her sick.
	"Open my shirt," he barked at her. 
	She did so quickly, undoing the buttons methodically and pulling it out
from his pants.  His chest and stomach were now completely exposed in front
of her face, except for the handkerchief still tied around his neck.  His
chest was muscular and broad, the sparse hair glued down by sweat.
	He gestured to his jeans.  "Slide ‘em off."
	Megan rolled off him and looked at his open jeans.  She cautiously grabbed
the waist and pulled down.  He raised his hips to help her. As she slid
them down, past his thighs, past his knees, and finally off, his cock
jumped wildly, begging to get at her.

	There he lay, his shirt wide open, the outline of his cock and balls
clearly visible through his soaked briefs, his sweaty chest heaving, and an
audience of horny, sweaty, dirty cowboys just waiting for their turn to
pounce on her.  Bruce pulled the frightened girl to him once again.
	"Do you see my dick jumping at you like that?" he asked, grinning as her
lips and eyes trembled in fear.
	She nodded yes.
	"Lick ’im."
	"Please let me go," she pleaded.
	"Do you want the belt again?"
	Megan touched the welt on her cheek from the last blow she had received.
	"No," she sobbed.
	"Then lick him."
	Megan lowered her head to his pungent groin and licked the jutting pole
once, holding her breath.
	"More," Bruce barked.
	Megan began to lick vigorously, up and down the shaft, the salty taste of
pre-cum and sweat stinging her tongue.
	Bruce sat up suddenly, and Megan backed away.  He finished taking his
shirt off and set it neatly next to his boots.  Now clad only in his
briefs, neckerchief, and an old, brown cowboy hat, he grabbed her by the
shoulders and positioned her on the floor.  The men folded their legs so
that Bruce could spread her out on the blanket before them.  He then
straddled her torso and moved his starving groin to her face.  Her eyes
were wide with fear.  She imagined the cock would be some kind of scaly,
slimy monster with sharp teeth and claws that would rip into her mouth,
like the man had said.
	"Are you ready to see God, little lady?" Bruce asked as he slowly slid his
briefs down, first exposing the proud purple head, then the rough shaft,
and finally the hairy, round balls.  He slid the briefs to his knees and
then took them off completely.  He crawled so his groin was positioned
right over her face, so she could have the best possible view of his
manliness.  He brought his cock close to, but not quite touching, the
bridge of her nose and forehead.  It struggled and jumped to reach her
skin, aching for contact, but Bruce wouldn’t let it.  Every pulsation was
thrilling ecstasy for him, bringing him to an excruciating peak of desire. 
The torturous intensity of his raw cowboy lust burned and pounded inside
his aching cock.  Cum swirled in his balls.  He couldn’t wait any longer to
shoot his full load of white hot cowboy spunk into this little virgin.  His
dick was a lethal weapon, and he want to impale her on it.  He wanted to
rip her with it.  He wanted to kill her with it.
	Megan was now face-to-face with the writhing monster as it lurched out
toward her face like a starving beast lunging at the last morsel of food. 
It looked like it was being tortured, and the expression on Mike’s face
looked like he was in sheer pain.  The men watched with huge smiles at the
spectacle, their little cowboys jumping and fighting, trying relentlessly
to rip through their denim cages and shoot their spunk into her pussy. 
	Bruce’s cock jutted out proudly at her, like a soldier in a purple army
helmet.  The large, hairy balls that hung down by her chin were terrifying
and disgusting.  She had never seen something so scary or so ugly in all
her life.
	Bruce moved down her, positioning his cowboy by her pussy.
	"You know what I’m gonna do with this?" he asked her, licking his lips.
	She didn’t respond.  She just lay perfectly still but for her trembling
and her occasional sobs.  She knew what he was going to do with it.  Mary
had told her in school that men always want to stick their peckers into
girls’ pussies.  She thought it was gross at the time, but now she thought
it was scary.  She never imagined that the peckers would be so big!  He
would rip her apart if he showed that monster in her hole.  She wanted to
cry out, she wanted to beg him to stop, but she knew it would do no good. 
She simply lay still and continued to cry silent tears as his huge,
powerful body prepared to enter her.
	"I’m gonna shove my cowboy up your cunt, and then I’m gonna pump my load
into your womb."
	Bruce placed his hands on her knees and gently spread them apart so that
her pussy was wide open.  When he saw how small her opening was, he pushed
her legs apart even more.  She screamed in pain, but Bruce didn’t care. 
The other men just laughed.  Bruce positioned his cowboy at her opening and
happily informed her that "this is gonna hurt you more that it hurts me!"
	With a wild cowboy yell and one powerful, cruel thrust he surged into her
so hard that she slid backward and slammed her head against the metal door.
 Bruce brutally ripped through her hymen and slammed into her cervix all in
one thrust.  Megan screamed in agony as Bruce screamed in pleasure and the
other three horny bulls cheered and celebrated.  She felt like she was
being split in two.
	Bruce was in heaven.  Never in his entire life had he felt a cunt so
tight.  As she lay there screaming, painfully impaled on his prick, blood
running from the new wound on her head, tears flowing freely from her eyes,
Bruce held himself firmly and comfortably inside her.  He felt like a
conqueror, and indeed he was.  He had to admit that, while the other five
had been amazing as well, this was definitely the best rape they had ever
done.  Ever.  Her tortured screams only served to swell his dick more.  Her
hole was so tight around him, it almost hurt.  He knew he had to shoot his
load soon.
	He collapsed his enormous body onto the little girl and pressed his mouth
to hers.  His beard scruff felt like sand paper on her soft skin and she
thought he smelled like sweaty livestock.  He closed his mouth over hers to
stifle her screams, and then gave her the wettest, most passionate kiss he
had ever given.  He never kissed anyone, not even his own wife, like that.
	And then, amidst the eager shouts of his proud companions, Bruce slid his
cowboy out a little way, and then back in.  Megan screamed into his mouth. 
He did it again.  She screamed again.  The blood flowing from her vagina
was providing an excellent lubricant for him.  He finally released her
mouth and began quick, brutal thrusts, each one harder and longer than the
last.  He raised himself almost upright as he let his cowboy stretch and
open the tight little tunnel.  He reached over and took his belt from the
floor next to him.  He folded it in half and began whipping her face and
chest as he thrust in and out like a bull on steroids.  "Yeee-haw!! Ride
‘em cowboy!!" he shouted as he continued to whip the girl and pound her
cunt.  The horny men had by now crowded around him and echoed his cheerful
sentiments, drowning out the cries of the girl.  Each whip of the heavy
cowboy belt sent fierce waves of pain through the little girl’s body that
translated into waves of pleasure on his cock.  The van creaked as it
rocked violently back and forth with each forceful thrust.  The  windows
had long ago fogged over and a thick cloud of raw cowboy musk hung heavy in
the damp, superheated air or the van.
	Bruce couldn’t hold out any longer.  He had to shoot his load into this
little girl, to breed more cowboys like himself.  He increased the speed of
his thrusts as a tingling sensation of pleasure surged from his balls up
through his shaft and then engorged his entire cock.  With every last bit
of his strength he shot glob after glob of white hot seed inside the
screaming girl.  He thought it would never stop.  He yelled in pure
exhilaration.  He could feel all his little cowboys swimming around inside
the tight cunt, searching for their prize.  There was so much that it
spilled out onto the floor as Bruce continued to pump even more into the
girl.  His face contorted into a tight expression of agony as the pleasure
of the conquest finally exploded to a peak of sensation that rumbled
through his dick for what seemed like torturous hours before it eventually
began to subside.  Bruce collapsed his whole weight onto the girl, knocking
the wind out of her and shutting her up.  She was unable to breathe under
his enormous cowboy mass and she frantically beat at him with her arms and
kicked her legs wildly in the air, but Bruce didn’t care about the little
cunt.  He was too spent.  He was simply going to rest there until his
cowboy relaxed and went to sleep inside her.
	Eventually his cock did shrink down to it’s original soft mass and he
pulled it out and rolled contentedly off her.  She gasped for air, but only
managed to get a few breaths in before Mike, now uncontrollably horny,
straddled her head and brought his groin to her face.  He lifted her head
up, and clamped his hips around it so tightly that she couldn’t get a
breath of air.
	Mike moaned in pleasure as he saw the girl struggling for a breath,
desperately trying to push him off her.  But he was too strong and too
large to be moved, and so she continued to futilely beat at his hips and
buttocks with her fists.  She tried to take in air, but her face was
completely buried in the man’s powerful crotch.  His hungry cock and balls
pressed against her through his tight gray jeans.  Finally he unclamped his
hips, dropping her head to the floor with a loud and painful thud.  As she
gulped in deep breaths of the dank and musky air, he unbuckled his belt,
unzipped his jeans and released the hungry cowboy from his briefs.
	He then reached down to her broken cunt, stuck his index finger inside,
and scooped out a glob of Bruce’s cum.  He brought his friend’s seed to her
face and ordered her to open her mouth.  She reluctantly did so, and Mike
stuck his finger inside and wiped the sperm off onto her tongue.  He leaned
forward, pressed his mouth to hers and began to sloppily rape her mouth
with his tongue in a deep, forced, passionate kiss.  Megan gagged on the
salty taste of Bruce’s cum, but Mike loved it.  
	When he was done, he brought his little cowboy to her face and brushed it
against her cheek.
	"Take it in your mouth, girl," he growled as he pressed the eager cockhead
to her open lips.  "And if you don’t, I’ll have a go at you with my belt. 
And believe me, I won’t be as gentle as Bruce."
	Bruce, still lying naked and exhausted next to them, just smiled.
	Mike lifted the girl’s head up once again.  "Open your mouth!"
	Megan did so almost involuntarily, too frightened not to.  As Mike slipped
his swollen, salty member passed her lips and onto her tongue, she gagged
again, more violently this time.  
	Her disgust didn’t bother Mike, who continued to let his cowboy crawl
further and further into her mouth.  He savored the feel of her raspy
tongue against his shaft as she fought to get it away from the invading
cock, seeking refuge but never finding it.  Her efforts drove Mike crazy. 
Megan closed her eyes but Mike instantly ordered her to open them.  He
wanted her to see his full manhood as it disappeared inside her.
	By now Mike had his cock all the way to the back of the girl’s virgin
mouth, but he continued to drive in, slowly but surely, down her throat. 
Her constant involuntary gagging only excited him further.  Finally he was
all the way in, the girl’s nose buried in his sweaty black pubic hair and
his huge cowboy balls rubbing against her chin.  He began pumping himself
in and out of her, the girl taking in as much air as she could on the out
strokes.
	"Fucking little cock sucking whore!" Mike cursed as he pounded her face.
	Steve and Chris were now completely naked except for their hats, belts,
and boots.  	Steve looked first at the girl’s gaping, abused cunt and then
back at his son.  He licked his lips eagerly and said, "I gotta put my load
in ‘er."
	"Me too," Chris said, massaging his pulsating member.  "But I wanna watch
you first."
	His dad smiled and nodded and within an instant was driving his fierce
cowboy prick deep into the raped pussy.  He grabbed a hold of Mike’s hairy
thighs for leverage as the two synchronized their efforts, driving their
poles in and out of their victim’s body in perfect rhythm.  The two began
grunting and making animal noises as the sensations built inside their
pricks.  Mike tried but couldn’t hold his load in any longer, and with an
earsplitting cowboy moan he shot spurt after spurt of his creamy essence
deep into the girl’s throat.  Her mouth quickly filled with to the hilt
with his cum.  She swallowed as much as she could to keep from suffocating,
but some dribbled out anyway.  This angered Mike, so he shoved his cowboy
as deep as he could down her throat and held it there while he pumped the
remaining globs of his cum into her.
	Steve peaked next, ramming himself deep into her pussy and positioning the
head as close to her cervix as possible.  He thought about impregnating the
little thirteen-year-old girl as cum pumped from his balls, surged up
through his dick, and blasted like a rapid-fire cannon into her womb.  He
was shooting so much cum it felt like his dick was going to explode as he
spiraled higher and higher to the peak of ecstasy, where he teetered on the
edge for a few moments before falling off.
	As soon as Steve pulled out, his son drove his member in.  He fucked with
mad speed, like a bull on steroids.  In, out, in, out, he pounded the girl
mercilessly.  His speed was brutal.  The sensations on his cock were
greater than anything he had ever felt in his entire life.  He slammed his
cock as deep into the tight cunt as he could and stopped.  He wanted to
savor the feel of being inside this girl.  He wanted to let his cowboy
explore every hot velvet fold she had.  Megan simply looked to the side and
continued to sob.  She could feel him digging around inside her, probing
her.  It was pain and humiliation like she had never felt before.
	The boy began thrusting again, this time even faster.  The other men
smirked.  "Ah, the energy of youth," remarked Bruce as he watched the
animal rape.  Soon Chris was on the brink of climax.
	"Go ‘head and shoot yer load in ‘er, boy!" his dad urged.
	Chris complied, quivering suddenly.  His body rocked and his stomach
pulsed.  The men watched as Chris instinctively pressed himself as deep
into the girl as possible while he ejaculated his creamy manhood inside
her.
	He soon collapsed and pulled out of her.  His father congratulated him
while Bruce picked the girl up and placed her on his lap.  His cowboy
suddenly awakened again and crawled up inside her hole.  Face to face with
the girl, he closed his eyes and let his thoughts travel down into his
cock.  He held his body perfectly still, wanting to let his cock do all the
work this time.  Megan felt him crawl inside her, pulsing, probing her sore
cunt.  He made small gyrations in her hole and thrust his hips once or
twice ever so slightly.  His eyes were closed and his head hung low.  He
was completely drained into his cock.  He moved in her determinedly,
seeking out her deepest folds.  He played in the slippery cum of himself
and his companions, their collected goo making the tunnel smooth and silky.
 This went on for several minutes before finally, with his cockhead planted
firmly against her cervix, he pumped another batch of his little cowboys
into her.  A lot of it spilled out and into his lap, but he didn’t mind. 
Her cunt was so full of cowboy sperm he hadn’t expected it to hold much
more.
	Once his cock had softened, Bruce opened his eyes and raised his head.  He
threw the girl off him and onto the floor.  
	"I want a go at ‘er cunt," Mike said, not satisfied to have just pumped
his seed down her throat.  He straddled the girl and forced his way inside.
 His thrusts were long and slow.  Steve and Chris knelt on opposite sides
of her body and began jacking their cowboys into her face. Mike increased
the speed of his thrusts and the other two men sped up their jerking.  All
three came at the same time, and with a wild chorus of "Yee-haw!"s her
face, as well as her insides, were splattered with white cum.  It coated
her nose and ran down her cheeks and chin.  Once they had finished
squirting, Mike pulled out and Steve and Chris began to massage their sperm
into her face.

	For two more hours the four took turns heaving her each and every way they
wanted.  Mike got her in the ass while Chris got her in the mouth and Steve
took her cunt.  Bruce almost suffocated her by shoving his huge cowboy cock
down her throat.  Chris laid on his back with the girl on tip of him,
letting the other three cowboys provide their movements. The air became so
hot and thick with their manly, cowboy scent it was getting difficult to
breathe, but none except Megan minded.  

	Once their potent cowboy loads had been entirely spent and their cocks
drifted off to sleep, all four of them knew what was coming next.  Bruce
was the only one who had taken his belt off prior to the fucking; the other
three had left their cowboy accessories on for the thrill.  Bruce picked
his belt off the floor and put his hat back on.  The other three cowboys
removed their belts, folded them over and straightened their cowboy hats on
their heads.  They all crowded around her at once, grinned at each other,
raised their belts  and started whipping.  The smiled and cheered as they
drove their belts across her body, emptying all their anger into her.  The
beat with all their manly strength while the girl wailed in agony.  For
what seemed to all of them like hours, they whipped and laughed and
cheered, completing their conquest.  Eventually her screams subsided and
the men lost their strength.  She was barely breathing when they finally
stopped. 
	They backed away from her and casually began to get themselves dressed.
Mike opened the back doors of the van.  The rush of cool air almost knocked
them over, and then they realized just how hot and thick the air inside the
vehicle had become.  The four jumped out onto the cool gravel road and
looked up at the starry night.  They tucked in their shirts, zipped up
their jeans, and buckled their belts. They wiped their sweaty foreheads
with their neckerchiefs after then re-tied them around their collars.  Once
they were finished, they looked like four average cowboys who had just
spent a hard day at work on the ranch.
	Bruce dragged the almost lifeless body from the back of the van, closed
the doors, and tossed her carelessly in the ditch.  She landed with her
face to the sky, the brightness of the full moon almost blinding to her. 
Her mind swum free, the hiding somewhere from the physical pain she vaguely
remembered she had felt at one time.
	All four gathered around her and looked at her beaten, abused shell. 
Bruce casually unzipped his jeans pulled out his soft dick.  The other
three cowboys did the same.  Something primal, ancient, masculine had
clicked inside them, and instinctively they looked up at the moon. With a
long chorus of cowboy howls, they began urinating on her.  They howled and
howled powerfully up to the sky as they covered her body with their urine,
marking her as theirs.  Their howls continued long after they had emptied
themselves, until they all stopped at once and looked down at the naked,
soaked body.  Bruce walked to the passenger side of the van, pulled a small
handgun from the glove compartment, returned to the girl, and casually
planted one bullet in her head.  The four howled up at the moon once more,
then carefully placed their soft dicks back into their pants, zipped up
their jeans, climbed back in the van, and drove home to their families.

The End.