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Subject: NEW: Revenge, part 1 - D/s, MMM/f, bond, non-cons.

Revenge
Part One

	She knew she annoyed them, and somewhere deep inside herself,
as she stood on the porch of the house, leaning on the railing,
pressing the cool, tall glass of iced tea against the cleft between
her breasts as the sun blazed down on her, she enjoyed that little bit
of power. They were only the "hands" she reasoned. Just three dumb,
beefy, young men whose only function was to do the chores she set out
for them, tip their dusty cowboy hats and mutter "yes'm" whenever she
chided them about being too slow or too lazy.
	And as the summer sun showed no signs of letting up with its
relentless assault again today, she could feel that dull anxiety
stirring in her once again. God, she thought, if only we had a fucking
breeze.
	She had taken to seeking any relief from the blistering heat
she could eek out to make the days endurable. She had given up
underwear completely, opting to don the lightest, loosest cotten
dresses she could find, and then leaving them half unbuttoned down the
front. She spent hours sitting on the porch rocker, her heels hooked
over the porch railing, allowing the dress to billow beneath her and
tiny whisps of air to brush the back of her legs, the sweat soggy top
clinging to her chest and brushing her tight, excited nipples with
every breath. But then that would just lead to frustration, as the
sweat would begin beading up on her stomach and begin it's slow,
tormenting, teasing crawl down to her pussy lips, tickling them and
making them ache even more than normal.
	In the evenings she would fill the tub with cool water and
soak, for hours, a cool cloth drapped over closed eyes. But that
always seemed to backfire on her, because it would inevitably lead to
thoughts of blindfolds, and the feeling of her body confined in the
tub, held by the density of the water, as if faintly restrained, would
cause her pussy to begin pulsing with ripples of need and she would
find her hand wandering down to slip a finger between those lips and
onto the hard bud of her clit. The first few times she had driven
herself to deep, rolling orgasm this way, she had worried that those
three animals in cowboy boots who were probably sitting on the
bunkhouse porch across the yard from her open bathroom window might
hear her. But finally, she just didn't give a damn, and would allow
herself to cry out in deep throated wails of whimpering pleasure,
knowing that there wasn't a damn thing they could do about it.
	At night, she would lie in bed, naked and uncovered, feeling
the dampness under her body, and her mind would always wander to the
thought that she was lying in a huge, after fuck wetspot composed of
the milk of her pussy rather than just sweat. She would reach for a
long, thick toy with which to fill herself and drag yet another round
of cumming from her too long neglected cunt, hoping that the
exhaustion to follow would allow her to collapse into something akin
to a restful sleep. Lately she wouldn't even bother to remove the toy
from deep inside herself, instead just close her eyes and hope to
drift away from the cares and heat of the world for a little while.
	And as she stood now on the porch, gazing out across the
radiated waves of heat, feeling the coolness of the iced tea glass as
she slowly rolled it between her breasts, she could feel the anxiety
slowly building once more. God, she thought, I can't take much more of
this.
	She was just turning to move to her chair when she caught
sight of Jesse, the tallest of the hands, coming around the side of
the house, shuffling his way toward the barn, his shirt now long since
removed and wrapped around he waist. Her eyes swept over his broad,
sun reddened back and she felt her pussy clench, sending a shiver of
tickles deep into her belly. She frowned in annoyance and, before she
could think, found herself calling out to him, her voice sharp.
	"Jesse!"
	He stopped, suprised and turned to her.
	"Yes'm?" he called back, confusion in his tone.
	"I thought I told you boys to go see about that fence on the
north range today."
	Even halfway across the yard she could see the slight slump of
his shoulders as he sighed and began wandering toward her.
	"Yes'm, we're doin' it right now. Pete and Earl's both up
there puttin' in them new posties."
	"Well, why the hell aren't you with 'em" she snapped.
	"Well..." he said, a slight hesitation in his voice now "Miss
Susan... I, uhhh..."
	She sighed.
	"You what."
	"Well, ma'am" he said, stopping in the middle of the yard,
turning his eyes to her fully for the first time and practically
glaring at her. "If you wanna know the truth, I come down to go into
town and get us some beer for after."
	She glared at him, her anger rising.
	"Damnit, Jes, I don't pay you to sit out there drinking beer,
I pay you to work."
	She saw him hang his head slightly, raising his hands to his
hips and shifting his weight uncomfortably... and then she thought she
heard him mutter something.
	"What?" she snapped. "What did you say?"
	"Nothing" he said, "I didn't say nothin'."
	"Well...." she started, but then realized it was useless. He
was just too damn dumb to understand that his function as her employee
was to do whatever she told him to, whenever she told him to and not
to back-sass her. It was just her luck, she thought, to wind up hiring
the three stupidest slabs of beef in the county. Tomorrow she might
just have to take the pick-up into town and put another ad in the
local paper, hoping to turn up someone who didn't just look good but
actually could understand things the first time he was told them.
	"Oh" she said, exasperated "just go on. Get on back out there
and get to work. And don't forget, you got that riding lesson to give
me tomorrow."
	He glared at her for a moment, then nodded, muttered a "yes'm"
and turned back toward the side of the house, moving off.
	She sighed, exhausted by the confrontation, and turned to drop
into the chair that rested against the wall of the house.
	How many more days like this are there going to be, she
wondered, feeling herself beginning to sink toward that drowsiness
that the heat can press into the brain.
	She pushed herself up, took ahold of the chair arms and
dragged it forward, towards the porch railing before seating herself
again. Then she raised a leg and hooked her heel over the railing,
following quickly with the other one. She scrunched down into the
chair, leaned her head back, crossed her legs at the ankles, folded
her hands in her lap and closed her eyes. She was asleep in moments.
	
	It was almost sundown when she began drifting up from sleep.
She hadn't opened her eyes yet as the awareness of her body began to
seep slowly back up to her consciousness. She could feel that she was
sitting, her legs propped up rather high and thrown wide apart. She
could feel the slight brushing of the slowly moving air along the tops
of her thighs and realized that her dress must now be gathered up
above her crotch. A slow slide of her hand between her legs confirmed
this, and as her fingers settled on the lips of her pussy she could
feel that they were wet with that special slickness that couldn't be
mere sweat. She could tell that the ache in them, which was pretty
constant these days, was slowly increasing, so she simply allowed her
seeking fingertip to slip between them and begin slowly brushing over
her clit in small, light circles...
	She moaned at the sensation and shifted slightly in the chair,
slipping her legs even further apart, allowing her more access for her
fingers, which were quickly causing her pussy to ooze her lust down
the cleft of her ass... Very rapidly, she was stroking herself in
earnest, luxuriating in the waves of pleasure that rolled up through
her. She felt it building, growing inside her, the orgasm bubbling
upwards, filling her belly slowly. Losing herself in the feeling, she
felt her eyelids flutter and slowly pull open....
	
	And she saw him... Jesse... standing in front of the barn,
across the yard, still without his shirt, his sunburned chest bare,
his gaze fixed on her, watching her casual display of wantonness. For
a breif instant a flash of embarassment boiled up in her, and she was
on the verge of leaping up with a startled, frantic yelp... but she
noticed that his hand was pressed over the crotch of his tight jeans
as he leaned back against the side of the barn, the hand slowly
gripping and loosening in a steady rhythm as his eyes fixed on her.
And at this sight she pussy clenched tightly, sending another deep,
overwhelming wave of pleasure through her. She could feel the cumming
begin to roll through her and she pressed hard with her finger against
her clit, herding it forward, driving it up into her body. She saw him
quickly reach down with his other hand, the fly of his jeans part and
his long, thick cock emerge from the opening. He was stroking himself
rapidly now, his hand seemingly matching her fingers rhythm on her
clit. And then the orgasm burst up through her and she moaned loudly,
abandoning herself to it, feeling her legs tighten and twitch, her
belly muscles fluttering as it rolled upwards, searing her within. And
at that moment she saw his stiffen and the thin, white stream of cum
spit from the head of his cock, in answer to own release.
	She drew her hand from her pussy and reached up with both arms
to cup and cradle her aching breasts, her eyes still fixed on him. He
stood, leaning against the barn for a long moment, savoring his own
afterglow, before taking his still stiff cock and, with a series of
uncomfortable looking twists and turns, finally managing to slip it
back into his jeans which he then zipped up. He touched the brim of
his hat and she thought she could see him smile before he pushed
himself away from the barn, turn and move off across the yard.
	God, she thought to herself, I need to be fucked.
	
	It began at dawn the next morning.
	She was lying, naked, dead asleep, in the puddle of her own
sweat that soaked her mattress, when the front screen door slaps
closed, startling her to a half sitting position before she was even
awake.
	Jesse stepped into the doorway of the bedroom and glowered
down at her, the long rope coiled in his hand as it rested against his
thigh, lightly tapping there, his other thumb hooked into the
waistband of his jeans just about the bulge at his crotch.
	Susan gasped at this unexpected interusion, her breath finally
returning in short, tense gasps, but so shocked she couldn't think of
any words to spit at him.
	"Morning, Miss Susan" he said quietly, his voice low and even.
	"Wha - what the hell do you think you're doing, Goddamnit!"
she sputtered at him.
	"Well now, what do you think, you bitch" he said, his voice
level, deep and controlled. "I'm about to give you your riding
lesson."
	The look in his eye and the dark tone of his voice sent a wave
of panic through her, and when Earl and Pete stepped up behind him,
peering past him at her, grinning malevolantly, her sense of danger
exploded.
	"Nooooo!" she screamed and threw herself sideway, attempting
to scramble off the bed, but Jesse took two long measured steps and
intersepted her, just as she reached the edge of the mattress, easily
grasping her arm and flipping her back toward the center of the
coushin. With a giggle Earl was on that side to catch her wrists as
she flopped over onto her back, and pull them out, holding them
tightly.
	With a scream she kicked out at Jesse, who merely stepped
back, allowing Pete to step in, catch each ankle in mid-flail and pull
them out, tight, so that she was stretched between her captors,
helpless.
	"Turn her over, boys" Jesse said, taking free the first few
coils of the rope.
	Earl and Pete simply grinned and with a nod to each other
lifted her from the bed and crossed their arms, flipping her over and
dropping her flat on her stomach. She grunted at the impact, not hurt
but dazed by its suddenness, and before she could react, begin
fighting, Jesse was kneeling on the bed beside her even as Earl
twisted her arms down behind her back, crossing them at the wrist.
	She had heard that Jesse had been a rodeo roper at one time,
but the speed with which she felt her wrists being snugly and
immovably bound shocked her. She tried to struggle but the grip Pete
had on her ankles merely allowed her to flop in place. She succeeded
only in dragging her breasts along the soggy surface of the mattress,
and the ripple of sensation that shot through her as her already
erect, tender nipples scraped over the fabric made her gasp and
shudder deeply.
	"Now" Jesse said, looking down at her "I believe we need to
get a couple of things straight here, don't you?"
	"God damn you fucking sons of bitches, let me go!" she yelled
in fury, and a moment later her hair was gathered up, her head yanked,
the side of her face pressed hard into the mattress. She opened her
mouth to wail out a wordless plea, but even as the sound began to
emerge Earl's hand was before her face and the rubber ball was
stuffed, hard, into her mouth. Her eyes shot wide, matching the gaping
of her jaw and before she could think to try and spit it out, her hair
was pulled once more, lifting her head and the bandana was looping
around it, holding the ball in place, gagging her.
	She moaned, a sound half between dispair and resignation as
she felt the bandana knot tighten against the back of her head. But
even as it did so, the realization of her helplessnes, her
vulnerability, her body now completely at the mercy of these men sent
a strange tingle flowing through her entire body the rolled from the
blush of shame in her face, down through her breasts, making them
begin to throb and finally slapping against the inner walls of her sex
which tightened and began to ooze with fluid and lust. 
	Susan felt herself slowly relaxing, going limp on the bed, the
fight flowing out of her as if being displaced by the growing well of
wantoness that quickly began to fill her.
	"Now then" Jesse said "as I was saying. We need to get a
couple of things straight here. You listenin'?"
	She felt the sudden jolting sting of his full, flat hand
against her ass and her body jerked in shock, even as the sting
quickly resolved to heat that seemed to soak straight into her pussy,
drawing forth even more lubrication.
	She was gasping, short, ragged breaths through her nose, even
as she managed to nod her head.
	"Good" he said. "You know, Sue, honey, you been treatin' us
like shit ever since we come to work for you. And I don't know why
that should be. We ain't bad fellas. Not unless you make us that way.
And you sure done just about everything you can think of to do that.
So, today, it 'pears you got what you been workin' towards. You want
us to be bad, well... that's what we'll be, then. And we just about
had it with yer shit. So today, the boots gonna be on the other foot,
so to speak. You been bossin' us around. Now, we're gonna boss you.
And if'n you don't behave and do exactly what we want you to do....
well, all I can say is, if you thought your pussy was gettin' a
workout before now, you ain't seen nothin' yet."
	Susan's brain absorbed his words and with each new implication
she could feel the level of her arousal bubbling upwards, making her
skin tingle and every deep recess begin to throb and ache. Her head
was spinning, dizzy with dark, fragmenatary images, half drawn from
her deepest, most wanton fantasies, half churned up from the pure
biological need of her body's lust. Even lying there, limp and
helpless, unmoving, she could feel her cunt gripping and relaxing, as
if it was already filled with cock, straining to fuck it deep into
herself.
	"Now," Jesse continued, "just to make sure you understand how
it's gonna be, I believe you need a little lesson in disipline."
	And with that, the hard, rough, flat of his palm smacked down
on her bare ass, causing her to lurch up against the stinging shock
and cry out into the gag. Pete pulled on her ankles, stretching them
tight while Earl hooked his hands into the backs of her armpits and
pulled her up that way, stretching her until she thought her spine
would pop.
	And then Jesse's hand struck again, and Susan's body jolted.
But the sting was less this time, producing more pure fire in her
smooth ass and feeding the growing heat in her pussy.
	As the hand began to smack down on her in a slow, steady
rhythm, each blow pressed her hips down, causing the lips of her pussy
to brush lightly against the gathered cloth of the soaked sheet,
faintly pressing against the clit that was barely covered by that
tender flesh and sending a searing flash of lust through her. 
	And Susan simply let herself go limp, allowing the stinging
pain of each stroke to quickly boil away, leaving only the heat and
lust and pure sensation. And then she pressed her hips down and was
rewarded with a further tingle of pleasure from her imprisoned clit.
She pressed down again. And again.
	And as Jesse's hand shifted from one now firey red ass cheek
to the other, back and forth, Susan ground her pussy down into the
mattress, stealing a tiny stroke on her clit with each press, until
her ass was rising to meet his hand and stroking down under it's slap,
fucking her hips into the mattress in a steady rhythm.
	And even as the orgasm rushed up and overwhelmed her,
shredding her insides unlike anything she'd ever felt in her life, so
complete, so startling, so all-consuming, she was sobbing, hysterical,
shuddering and wailing into the gag under the sheer power of her own
cumming which seemed as if it might go on forever until she was a
mindless mass of pulsing nerves.
	She wasn't aware when he Jesse stopped the spanking and merely
leaned back to watch Susan fuck herself against the soggy mattress,
her body twitching mindlessly as the cumming took possession of her.
He watched, his eyes half-lidded, as the cum ran from her pussy,
forming a puddle under her thrusting hips, and then she collapsed into
a limp heap, sobbing and whining and shivering, completely lost in the
sensations that continued to explode throughout her body.
	Jesse tossed a quick glance at Earl and Pete in turn, who
stood, gazing down at her, mouths agape at her abandoned display of
pure, animal lust.
	"'Kay, boys" Jesse said, quietly, his gaze falling onto the
limp, panting form on the bed "I believe it's time for the lady's
riding lesson..."
	
	End part one.
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