("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2013. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Prize by Realoldbill (no address provided) *** Deep in another time and place, two young people make a terrible mistake. (M+/f, ped, nc, rp, v) *** Hey Jimbo, hear they done caught another one down at the bus station. That right? Yep, sure did; right pretty one too. Squealing like a pig. Asking for a lawyer. Can you believe that? No shit. Well, what are they planning, auction or what? You remember I paid two hundred for that high yeller last summer, Chicago girl they said. Damn split-tail lasted till almost Christmas, tough bitch. Yep, but this time it's a shooting contest, nick the coon's nose I think, might be hit the balls. You'll have to check. They caught this kid, somebody knew his gran'daddy was part black, part Indian. He came looking for work. So I got down my old Remington 35, loaded her up and headed for the station. The girl was in the pen they use for hogs and the young nigger boy was dangling by one leg and one arm from the RR crossing sign, ten feet in the air. About twenty men were there by noon, and they stepped off a hundred yards and we drew lots. First one to hit a ball won her, entry fee was a hundred dollars. Damn station master's a mean cuss, cheap too. I 'spect he fucked the girl before he showed her. Ended up only seven men were shooting. I drew number five and spat, figuring I had wasted a hundred dollars. One of the men before me were sure to hit the boy's scotum since the way they had him bound up it was dangling under him like a poke full of cornmeal. Boy had a corncob jabbed in his ass and another in his mouth so he was mostly quiet, just a little whimpering. The gal was worth the price, a fine looking young piece of ass, blonde and blue-eyed, maybe sixteen or so. Don't understand why these Yankees think they can just come through here and go on down to New Orleans or Texas or someplace. Shoot, I ain't had one of them for I don't know how long. Fresh meat. Now I've got me three wives and a girl or two on the side, down by the engine house, y'know, but this was special, Yankee tail. I was really eager, feeling my cock kind of surging. I tried to remember the last blonde we had jumping around the farm, sucking and fucking, been a coon's age. She was a local, orphan I think. First man put a 30-30 in the boys' thigh, second shot hit his ass, and he really jumped, somehow spit out the cob and yowled. Third man clean missed and beat his old rifle-musket on the ground. Petersen smiled at me, hoisted up his fine rifle and blew the kid's cock right off without hitting his balls. Cuss? Unbelievable! But he was using a .44, kind of dumb showoff thing to do. Black boy, well, he really wasn't black, just barely tan, could have passed I suppose but somebody knew him so there he was, spurting blood and jumping around, begging and such. He rotated back and forth, and I fired when he paused and splat, there went his testicles, exploding in a fine mist of blood and shards of flesh. They left him up there and just let him bleed out. We don't tolerate no blacks down here, none. One drop; that's all it takes. So I won the young female and several men came up and offered me some money for a piece, five minutes with her. Just tempting me they were. All right, all right, hold on and we'll all get some, I told them. I hauled her down to the chain-link fence by the baggage platform, pushed her young tits right through, they were kind of jutting rather than round, and skewered them with long splinters and then ripped off her summer dress and smacked her plump ass. She was crying and begging, her nice young jugs rammed through the metal fence and pierced like that must have hurt. You men get in line. A poke's gonna cost you twenty, understand, cash in my hand. Hard money. Don't hand me none of that paper, ain't fit for ass-wiping. I couldn't help but smile; gonna have my hundred and then some plus the bitch. Tears were running down her face and blood was dripping from both breasts where she was held to the fence. I lifted her head, smiled at her and told her it wasn't going to last very long and to be brave. She spat at me. Then I told her to spread her legs and after a few swats, she did. I greased up my horn in her deep slit and rammed up into her, lifting her right off her feet. Caterwauling, yes sir, that's what it was. She was good and tight, a virgin too. I felt the warm blood sliding down my shaft and dripping from my balls. I held her at the hips and rocked her side to side as I enjoyed myself, half listening to the boys behind me giving me advice and commenting on the action. The girl kicked and struggled for a while and then just hung there from her fingers in the fence so she would tear off her tits. I could hear myself grunting as I got to really smacking us together. I snorted some more and gave it to her, came hard, pulled free, spurted another rope or two on her back and butt and then stepped aside. Damn nasty thing to do, said old Silas, as he wiped away my spew with what was left of her dress and sodomized the female. She screamed. Man's got a horn thick as his ankle. When the old man was done, she was bleeding some but in an hour of hard work, she earned me $220. I pulled the sticks out of her tits, threw a bucket of water on her and gave her back her ruined dress and took her home and gave her to my boys to use until supper time. That was about a month ago, maybe six weeks, and she's turned out to be a good investment. Very few days pass that she doesn't earn forty-fifty bucks, and she warms one of our beds nearly every night. Still won't say nothin', not a word, but she does her job. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 78