Just Cause, part 1 of 2 by Mogrim

It was may be six in the morning, the sun was rising. Five men gathered in the foot of a low hill, leading their horses. They are rustlers; their aim is to get hold of the horses of Bar L.Bill, their 45-year-old leader took a last look at his crew. “It is up their, all we have to do is climb up this slope and take those horses.” He pointed up to the hill. “The cook will ring the bell in a few minutes for breakfast. Joe and his nephew will take the ranch house. Sanchez, you and Mike will take the bunkhouse. Use your dynamite. And I will take a look at the barn.” He said.
“The ranch house is at left, barn at right, bunkhouse is straight and the corral is in the corner, between the barn and bunkhouse. In the middle of the yard, is a well,” said Joe. Joe Wood is 26-year-old, 6 feet tall, slim, black hair and he was holding a six-gun in his hand. “The cook, owner and his son will be in the main building. So that leaves three or four ranch-hands for barn and bunkhouse…”
“Go!” hissed Bill as the cook rang the bell.

The five of them began to climb the slope very fast. They left their horses behind, reins in ground. Sanchez was in front of all, it is amazing how he can run this fast with his fat body. He is also the oldest, 49. He shortened the fuse of his dynamite as he ran, followed by Mike. They quickly took cover behind the well.
“Give me a light hombre,” he said to Mike. Mike offered his cigarette; Sanchez ignited the fuse with Mike’s cigarette light and threw it in the door of the bunkhouse.
BOOM!
“Come out, all of you, hands in the air! Or the next one is going in amigos!” Sanchez screamed at the ranch-hands.

[Chapter 2]
Meanwhile Joe, followed by his nephew John, ran thru the open door of the ranch kitchen. The cook was serving breakfast to rancher’s son; they both looked at them, mouth open, shocked. Joe pointed his six-shooter at rancher’s son; John aimed his Winchester rifle at the cook. Joe hit the rancher’s son behind his head with his gun barrel, he dropped unconscious in the table, face in his plate.
BOOM!
“Watch the cook…” Joe said, as the sound of dynamite blast shook the whole house. He ran towards the living room.
BANG!
A bullet took off Joe’s hat. The rancher shot at him from the living room. However, he did not get a second chance.
“Reach for the sky old man.” he pointed his gun at the ranch owner’s chest. The old rancher dropped his gun.
“We got four.” Mike screamed from the yard. “How much you’ve got?”
“We got three,” replied Joe. So that takes care of all men, he thought.
“What should I do with the cook Uncle Joe?” asked John from kitchen. John Smith, a 17-year-old 5’8” tall skinny kid, is Joe’s older sister’s only son. His father was a cowhand, died in a stampede. His mother got married again and her new husband didn’t want a readymade kid. Therefore, he is hanging around with Joe, learning the ways of life.
“Bring him here.” Joe replied.

[Chapter 3]
Five or six minutes later, the rancher, his son and all five of their staffs sat there huddled together in the barn floor, hands and legs tied with leather strips and surrounded by four of the rustlers.
“God this went smooth.” said Mike, “We didn’t even fire a single shot.”
“I’ve checked the corral,” Bill came in through the barn doors, “They’ve got 25 mustangs there, trained.”
“If we sell $40 a piece, we’ll get $200 for each head.” Said Joe, “That’s not too bad, isn’t it John.” John gave a nod.
“Is there anyone else in the ranch house?” Sanchez pointed his shotgun at the rancher. The old man didn’t answer.
“Mike, go get our horses,” said Bill. Mike went to get the horses. Mike, 33 year old, 5’11” tall, is Bill’s right hand man. He has a mustache. Sanchez has a mustache too, only bigger.
“Let’s take a look in the ranch house.” Bill went towards the main building.
“Watch them John,” said Joe, he and Sanchez followed Bill.

The rancher has a rottweiler, a big one. He weights more than 100Lbs. The stupid dog watched the whole event but didn’t do anything. What’s the purpose of him being here, if he isn’t to guard the ranch, Joe thought.

Joe and Sanchez reached the living room when they saw Bill, he wasn’t alone. He was pulling out a very pretty girl by her blonde hair from one of the bedrooms. She is too young to be the rancher’s wife, might be his daughter, Joe thought.
“Let’s take her out.” Bill went out to the yard with the girl, Sanchez followed. Joe stayed behind to check out the house first.

[Chapter 4]
Shelly is the rancher’s busty daughter-in-law. She is 23 years old, married for only two months. She is 5’3” tall, has middle of her back long wavy dirty blonde hair, thin lips and a very pretty face. She has big bosom, thin waist, curvy hips and nice & firm rounded ass; 34d-23-34 we call it these days.

Bill pulled Shelly near the well. In a flash he tore open her gown and lacy undergarments. Mike returned with the horses. “Hey boss. Where did you get this nice piece of ass?” Mike tied the horses to the hitch rail, grabbed a blanket from one of the horses and joined Shelly, Bill and Sanchez near the well. The three rustlers surrounded Shelly. Mark unrolled his blanket on the sandy ground and Bill pulled her upon it.

BOOM! A sound of a small pistol shot came from the ranch house.
“Hey Joe, what was that?” Mike yelled at the house.
“Nothing… just checking out a gun,” came the reply after a few seconds.
They concentrated back on their job on hand.

“Kneel bitch.” Bill said. He undid his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-erect dick.
“Please don’t do this…” Shelly begged.
Bill gave a nod at Mike. Mike positioned himself behind her and pulled out his belt (not gun belt). Shelly panicked and kneeled in front Bill quickly.
“Now suck me whore.” He said.
Shelly looked at his face, uncertain. Bill looked at Mike and Mike smacked Shelly’s ass very hard with his belt. She cried out in pain and took Bill’s cock in her hand. It wasn’t fully erect but still it was massive. She starts to lick its head and wank the shaft slowly.
“C’mon bitch, swallow.”
Shelly took the dick in her mouth. Bill’s dick began to swell gradually in its warm and wet shelter, and soon it was 7” long and almost 2” in diameter, but still it was soft. Shelly couldn’t even take half the meat in her mouth.
“Shit, this bitch can’t even make me hard.” Bill grasped a handful of hair from the back of her head and pulled her head to his crotch. His dick entered Shelly’s throat and her nose buried in his pubic hair. Shelly bit on the base of his cock in pain and shock.
“Ssshh…” Bill pulled out of her throat and slapped her on the face very hard. This slit her bottom lip a little. “Bite me again and I’ll cut off your nipples,” he looked at Mike, “whip her… and don’t stop.” Bill too kneeled on his knees.
“Noo…” Shelly couldn’t finish her words as Bill entered her mouth and eventually her throat. He began to fuck her mouth hard. She gagged on his dick but this didn’t stop him. Her gagging sound made the men more excited.
Sanchez knelt beside her and began to molest her breasts, pinching her nipples very hard sometimes.

Shelly was leaning forward to suck Bill’s dick, her hands pushing on his hips, trying to pull away. Her back arched for some comfort, her ass sticking out in the air. This put her ass in an ideal position for a spanking/whipping.
Mike coiled his belt on his hand, shortening the length. He whipped her right ass cheek hard. She groaned in pain, but she wasn’t in a good position to move away. He smacked her left cheek this time, only harder, leaving a crimson welt. The next one landed on both cheeks, one on her lower back. Than one sudden blow came from below, that landed on her pussy. Shelly seriously tried to get away, but couldn’t free herself from Bill’s viselike grip. She began to sob. Each blow hurts like a hornet’s sting. In the next few minutes, more than 60 blows landed on her ass, lower back, pussy, upper thighs and inside of the thighs.

Mike stopped at the first sight of blood on her ass. The place between Shelly’s lower back and the middle of her thighs was of a deep red color now. Her now crimson ass was glowing like the sun. Bill was using her mouth like a pussy. He wasn’t moving his hips; he moved her head back and forth on his dick, using her hair for leverage.

By the time Mike’s whipping had stopped, Bill’s cock was too big to fit in her mouth. It was now to its full glory, 9” long and 3” wide. They laid Shelly on her back and switched positions. Bill positioned himself between her legs, Sanchez moved to her head as he unzipped his pants. And Mike went to the stable cum barn to find some props.

Bill positioned his colossal dick on the slit of Shelly’s red swollen pussy.
“Noo…” Shelly said, as she sobbed, “Please don’t…”
“Shut up whore! Or I’ll slit your throat.” Said Bill, “Sanchez, stuff her hole man.”
Sanchez straddled her face and put his cock in her mouth. He fucked her mouth for a while, but it’s too hard for a fat man like him to carry on in this uncomfortable position. He pulled out, “I’ll take the second run with Joe and the kid.” Then he moved towards the barn to check on John and the prisoners. Mike passed him on the way, carrying some random things in his hands. He looked very happy with himself, Sanchez thought.

Shelly felt Bill trying to enter her sore pussy. But he couldn’t, he’s too big.
“Haven’t you ever been fucked bitch?”
Bill looked at Mike who has just returned, “Go get some grease, this bitch is too tight.”
“I got them with me.,” said Mike, smiling. He handed Bill a tin container. Then he showed Bill the other things that he brought. Two bottles of whisky, a riding crop, a stove and a …
“Nice…” an evil smile came to his face, “Let’s tie her up first.”

Shelly just had a glimpse of the things, but that was enough. Blood rushed away from her face, in a moment her face turned as white as chalk. She tried to scream, but Mike grabbed her mouth. Bill tore two pieces of cloth from her abandoned gown. He stuffed one in her mouth, gagging her and with the other one, he tied her mouth across. Mike then tied her hands behind her back with a thin leather strip. All three of them were sweating under the burning sun.
Shelly, lying buck naked under the sun, her whole body glistening in sweat, felt cold.