by Syra Bond
I was shaking when they lifted me down. I stared at the delectable fleshy valley caused by the tight pulled material of Kristal’s swimsuit. As I looked at it I felt another jerking paroxysm of joy come over me. I wanted to reach my mouth forward and lick it, lick the material that covered her beautiful flesh, taste her cunt through the filmy mauve fabric, wet my lips with her succulent moisture.
As I lay on a red velvet sofa, still naked, still shaking, I watched the young woman in the suit, shirt and tie, paying money to Lexy, Dahlia, Kristal and Brooke. They each smiled as she pressed $100 notes into their hands. Maizie seemed especially pleased as a large wad of money was handed over.
‘And this is for the new girl,’ said the young woman. ‘I was very pleased.’
I stayed at Maizie’s for several weeks - I liked it there. I rode the bull three times a week -that was as much as I could stand - and in some ways more than I could stand. Each time was a new experience; each set of frantic movements a new and overwhelming exhilaration. My rides on the bucking bull took me to new levels of joy each time, and each time, after I had recovered, all I could think of was doing it again. The last time I rode it was the longest - I was strapped to it for several hours into the early hours of the morning. I don’t know how many men came and took their position. I don’t know how many times I shrieked with the pleasure of ecstasy their thrusting cocks brought on but, when they had all finished with me, I know I lay across the beast’s back for hours. I was soaked with semen and it ran from my anus and cunt as I shivered and jerked, gripped with repeated orgasms of continuous joy. And I cried with pain. As they rode me they had thrashed me hard across my flanks with a riding crop, and had beaten me across my buttocks with a flailing leather strap. I couldn’t even stand when finally they lifted me down. I lay in a jacuzzi for hours, staring into the warm mist rising from its surface, listening to the bubbles of water bursting around me - speaking to me of the pleasures of suffering and pain. I was hypnotised by them, lost in the painful elation of bliss that riding the bucking beast had brought to me. I imagined myself floating - caught in the vortex of a warm ecstatic waterfall. I realised that if I did not go now then I would never leave.
The next day I filled the pick-up with gas, drove off down the dusty road, and never looked back.
LUNA MESA
THE RACE
I drove along a lonely, high desert road. It was little more than a sliver of tarmac laid on rock. It ran for miles on a dizzying ridge parallel to Capitol Reef, the bleak, brush-covered scrubland where Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, after carrying out brutal robberies in neighbouring Nevada, rode for cover in Hole in the Wall.
It was cold and dry. I had not seen another car for over fifty miles then, as if conjured up from the mythical Wild West itself, a roughly built, slab-sided timber structure appeared on my left. It had several scrap cars alongside -compulsory for every habitation in the area - a wide, empty porch and, emerging from its heavy stone chimney, a slowly rising wispy curl of wood smoke. A spacious parking area at the rear gave way to another building, like an assembly hall but completely windowless. An uncertain neon light hanging on rusty chains from the porch announced erratically ‘Luna Mesa Open’.
I drew up and went inside. The air was cold and I went straight to the large black stove and lifted my hands to its warm iron surface. The room was filled with artefacts - some pinned to the walls or the beams, some in dusty glass cases, some collected in old crates and boxes. There were tickets, photographs, leather holsters, loose ammunition, boots, gloves, hats, paintings and drawings, and, in every other space, bunches of colourless dried flowers. Near the small serving hatch, a life-size effigy of John Wayne was surrounded by photographs of him posing with another man in front of the café in earlier, apparently more prosperous, days.
‘That’s my daddy there,’ said a wild haired and heavily dressed woman who came in from the kitchen accompanied by a blast of freezing air. ‘There he is with the Duke himself. My name’s Leanne. Are you looking for a good time? You must stay over for the dance.’
I felt confused. She pointed to a bright notice by the door - ‘Barn Dance Tonight’.
‘What do you think?’ she asked eagerly. ‘It’s good fun. Lots of spunky men. Lots of music. Lots of anything you fancy. All good clean cowboy fun.’
‘Yes.’ I said. ‘Why not?’
‘Good choice. I’ll get you something to eat. You look half-starved. Some toast and grits will set you up.’
I sat by the stove and ate my meal - ‘grits’ with everything. I finished quickly - I was hungry and the food was good - put my empty plate on the floor, and went to sleep.
The next thing I knew it was dark and there was loud music exploding in my ears. I wiped my eyes, and still felt bleary with sleep as I walked over to the large windowless barn. The car park behind it was filled with pick-ups. Men in jeans and T shirts drank beer from cans and congregated in small jostling groups. A couple of young women - I could only see their long hair and cowboy hats - ran between ranks of men. They were involved in some sort of race. The men cheered and threw their hats in the air as the women raced for a finishing line held out by two of the men. I climbed up on the back of a pick-up to see more closely. I opened my eyes wide as I saw that the women were wearing only their panties, and the men ranked on each side of the ‘race course’ were whipping them with riding crops and leather belts.
I leant forward on the cab top of the pick-up. Another race was starting. Two fresh women were pushed forward. They too were both naked except for their panties - pulled high onto their hips and drawn tight against the flesh of their cunts. Men pushed each other to get to the front of two lines on each side of the track. It was lit up by lights from pick-ups and extended the full width of the car park to a strung out finishing line of red and white plastic barrier tape.
The women looked frightened - cowering and ducking their heads - as the men nearest to them prodded and taunted them. Some men spat at them and the women’s faces glistened with running saliva. Several men stood behind them with riding crops and leather straps. One of the men flicked a thin strap across one the women’s buttocks. She flinched and tried to turn away. The men around her pushed her back and she was strapped again. She had nowhere to go except forward. She looked terrified.
Suddenly a gun was fired - I saw the smoke from it amongst the crowd of men. A cheer went up and the women were driven forward. Men on each side of the track smacked their buttocks and the men behind flayed them with the straps and crops.
The terrified women ran as fast as they could towards the finishing tape. One of them stumbled. Her legs fell wide apart as she hit the ground. I could see the dark valley cut by her panties as they were pulled tightly into the deep crack of her fleshy cunt by the fall. She scrambled to get up but, by the time she was on her feet, the other woman had run headlong through the tape.
The winner was lifted high on the men’s shoulders and paraded amongst the excited crowd. The loser was dragged from the track by her ankles. They pulled her panties down to her knees. She struggled against them, but there were too many of them. They yanked her panties down over her ankles and splayed her legs wide. Her cunt was fleshy and wet. She twisted her hips from side to side, but they just laughed at her desperate and pointless efforts.
They flipped her over onto her front. Her buttocks were rounded and muscular. A leather strap was brought down on them. She flinched and tried to wriggle away, but again her efforts only brought more laughter and derision. One of the men knelt between her legs and forced her buttocks wide. I saw the dark centre of her anus and, beneath it, the glistening sparkle of her wet cunt. He wrapped his arm beneath her hips and lifted her buttocks high. The others cheered as he brought his hand down flatly on her smooth upturned and exposed skin. The contact made a loud slap and almost immediately I saw a red smudge appear where the smacking hand had landed. Another slap, anothe
r red smudge, and the woman yelled out so loudly that I could hear her scream clearly above the roaring taunts and jeers of the men.
Another man jumped down beside the first. He pushed him off and took his position. He was wearing jeans with light brown leather chaps hanging down from a leather belt at his waist. He unzipped his trousers and took out his hard throbbing cock. He held the end of it against the woman’s now-dilated anus. He pulled his hand along the venous shaft. The woman squirmed but, as soon as she moved, he pushed his cock into her anus. She reared up in terror and he pushed it in more. She lifted her buttocks higher and, in one long thrust, his cock went in up to the base.
As many as wanted took turns, some thrashing her buttocks with straps and belts, some smacking her with their hands, some bringing down cutting slashes with a riding crop. One took his leather chaps off and flayed them across her squirming back. Most of them drove their cocks into her anus and some of them used her cunt as well. They drenched her with their semen, splashing it over her back, between her shoulder blades and in her hair. They turned her over and filled her mouth with it and then, even as she continued to writhe and twist against their powerful gripping hands, I saw that she swallowed it in long luxuriating gulps.
For a moment, she was released, no one was holding her down and straight away she got up onto her knees and took the cock nearest to her face into her open semen-filled mouth. She sucked at it and ran her hands along its length then, as she opened her eyes wide and semen frothed in her nostrils, she swallowed the cock down as deeply into her throat as it would go.
She coughed and choked as it came out. She sat on her knees with semen running from her mouth, dripping from her chin and covering her breasts. It trickled from the ends of her hard nipples as she scrambled forward on her knees anxious to reach out to get another cock into her hands and then into her hungry, gaping mouth.
They forced her to her feet and, whipping her with leather belts, they made her run the rest of the way to the finishing line which was now crumpled on the dusty ground. Semen ran down the insides of her thighs as she ran as fast as she could beneath the rain of their punishing blows.
I bit onto my lips and swallowed hard - my mouth was dry. I reached down between the tops of my thighs and curled my fingers up against the denim that covered my cunt. I felt its heat through the material and started undoing the belt so that I could get my fingers against its naked flesh.
Suddenly, I realised I had been seen.
‘There’s someone else who wants to play!’
‘It sure looks like it! Look! She’s started without us!’
I ducked down behind the cab and crouched on the corrugated floor of the pick-up deck. I was panting hard and my heart was beating wildly. I realised I still had my fingers in my cunt. Their pressure was sending thrills of delight right up into my chest. Crouching down had wedged them inside and they were pressed hard against the swollen flesh. I drew them back and felt the warm wetness of moisture that ran down them. As several men clambered up onto the back of the pick-up, I ducked my head in a ridiculous effort to hide.
‘Well you’re a pretty sight. Welcome to the dance. May I have the pleasure?’
He held out his hand. I felt deeply embarrassed. I squirmed and removed my fingers from my cunt. Hurriedly, I buckled up my belt, and leant back against the rear of the cab. Three men stood in front of me. One of them stepped forward and held out his hand. He was dressed in jeans, a red and white checked shirt and cowboy boots. Light brown leather chaps hung from his belt by thin leather thongs. He urged his hand forward and I took it. He helped me down from the back of the pick-up and threw his arm around my waist.
‘Turkey in the Straw!’ he shouted.
An accordion and fiddle broke into a hectic and urgent tune. Heads bobbed and bounced, and skirts swung in wide circles as the hoedown began.
My partner stamped and high-stepped, twisted and turned. He flung me around him, holding me by my waist or lifting my hands up high and spinning me in a tight circle. I felt dizzy and confused. Everything was spinning. The fiddle got louder, its double-stopped, Cajun-like screech making it impossible to think clearly. As if compelled by the magic of the music my partner danced me out through the door and into the centre of the crowded, noise filled car park. The musicians followed and the other revellers ran behind.
Suddenly, a long narrow gap appeared in the midst of the dancing - two lines of men quickly formed on each side of it. The manic fiddling continued, but the dancing abated. My partner flung me in a circle for the last time, held me by the waist, bent me backward, leant over and kissed me hard on the mouth. He released me and spun me away from him. I fell backwards into the hands of the men that lined one side of the empty space that lay between them and the other line.
They pulled my T shirt up over my head. I felt a sudden chill against my exposed nipples - they hardened and tingled. I was flung sideways and lifted from the ground. My belt was unbuckled and pulled free of my jeans. The button at the top of the zip was undone then the zip was pulled down. For a moment, I was not sure whether I had panties on or not. I saw them fleetingly as my jeans were ripped down and pulled away - I felt a strange sense of misplaced safety. My head fell backwards but I felt the thin material tugging at the flesh of my cunt as my panties were roughly removed and thrown down on the dirty ground. They lifted me, naked, above their heads and paraded me like a trophy to the incessant hypnotic high-pitched drone of the frenzied fiddle.
They pulled my legs wide. I felt the cold air against the warm flesh of my cunt. I felt the exposure of my slit to their gaze - to their presence, their mockery and taunts. Hands clawed at my breasts, fingers pinched my nipples. I felt a finger probing into my anus, and one running along the fleshy crack of my naked cunt. A wave of fear came over me. My head was spinning.
A flash of light made me squeeze my eyelids tightly together. The headlights of pick-ups parked around the car park already provided illumination, but now, headlights mounted on their cabs had been turned on, and I found myself bathed in a dazzling blaze of white light.
I was dragged over to the end of the lines of men. They jeered at me as I was pulled along, struggling against their grip, twisting pointlessly in an effort to release myself. Another woman stood there waiting. She was naked too. Her long blonde hair fell in tangles onto her square shoulders. Her tear-filled eyes were blackened with moist eye shadow. Her hard nipples stood out prominently from her full breasts - both reddened where she had been mishandled, slapped and pinched. She looked over to me anxiously but, as soon as our eyes met, she was roughly turned around to face away from me.
We were made to stand side by side facing in the opposite direction to the lines of men. I felt the heat of her body. When I tried to glance across at her, the men grabbed my head and made me face forward. They pulled my hands down by my sides. Men in leather jeans and wearing leather chaps pushed against me. The leather slid smoothly against my skin and its scent filled my nostrils. As I stared ahead, I realised that it had gone quiet - the fiddling had stopped, the dancing was over.
I felt something against my shoulders - something pliable, something leather. They pulled a strap over each shoulder and, as they tightened them both into buckles between my naked breasts, I felt something tighten across the back of my shoulders. I glanced sideways at the other woman. They were doing the same to her. They were fitting harnesses to us!
They pulled the straps so tight I could hardly breathe. The leather harness straps pulled across my breasts, a split in the straps was pulled over my nipples so that they were pinched in between the split leather. My nipples ached with the pain but they hardened and throbbed as the straps were pulled up hard into the buckles and the leather was tightened even more around them. I heard the other woman gasp as they brought the straps up to their limit in the buckles. I saw a dribble of sparkling spit run from the corner of her mouth and the glistening gl
itter of her tear-soaked cheeks.
A metal bit was pulled across my mouth. It clanked against my teeth and I gasped as they pulled it tightly. It squeezed my mouth wide and pressed back into my distorted cheeks. I gasped for breath, and my nostrils flared as I fought desperately to suck in air. They tied the bit with three leather straps - one passing over the top of my head, the other two pulled around my head, pinching my ears. They twisted the three straps together at the back of my neck making them so tight I couldn’t move my tongue. I wanted to shriek, to cry out, but my gasping panic and fearful wide eyes were the silent testament to my unreleased terror.
Spit ran over my chin as I was turned around to face down between the lines of men. They leant forward and jeered. I was shivering with fear. The woman next to me was crying. One of the men smacked her on the buttocks with a leather belt and remonstrated with her, but it only made her worse. Saliva dribbled profusely from her mouth and she was shivering all over. I saw for the first time how beautiful she was - tall and angular, with high cheekbones and dark wide eyes. Even terrified as I was, I felt a tingling surge of excitement seeing her with the harness strapped to her naked shoulders, the metal bit pulled tightly across her mouth, her tear-filled eyes, and her lean smooth-skinned limbs. Her pubic hair had been shaved and the top of her cunt was visible as a delectable notch in the smooth flesh that led down to it. A sudden smack on my buttocks made me turn around and face forward down the line of men.
I looked into the dazzling lights. Shadows of men sitting on the cab tops of pick-ups looked like terrible phantoms in a burning hell of terror. Then it went black. Suddenly, I could see nothing. A heavy bag had been pulled over my head. I gasped for breath. I felt the heat of moist air around my face. I was filled with panic. I opened my eyes wide and stared into the consuming darkness. My heart was pounding loudly in my chest. I tried to swallow, but it was impossible - my spit just ran down my chin in streams.
