Page 10 of Dirty Cowboys
The masked man jumps down from his horse andjerks the rope. He forces me to my feet, and he stands there, twisting the rope tighter around his hand. The other two masked men stay on their horses and watch.
“We knew you would run, you dirty little tease. You wanted to get caught, like the needy little whore you are. You’re nothing more than a tight little hole for us to use. Tell me you’re a fuck-hungry little toy or I will drag you through the dirt and make you beg for it.”
The distortion of the voice makes me momentarily disappointed that I won’t be able to figure out who it is, but then the words themselves sink in and practically scramble my brain.
When I just stare at him wide-eyed, he pulls the rope hard enough that I drop to my knees. He moves closer so the crotch of his jeans is in line with my face, and I crane my head back to look up.
“Say it,”he demands.
“I’m your fuck-hungry little toy. I’m just a hole for you to use. Please, I need...”
“What do you need?”I divert my attention to the man who just spoke as he slides off his horse.
“Good little toys get rewarded. Naughty toys?”He tugs the rope tighter, letting it bite just under my ribs. I wonder what their punishment would be, and if it would even be a punishment. The one with the rope drags my attention back to him before I even have to ask.
“They get fucked face down in the dirt with their pussy dripping, while begging to be used like the worthless cum dumpsters they are. Which one are you? My good toy or the filthy little slut who needs to be broken in front of the others?”
“The . . . the filthy slut,”I whisper.
The rope tightens around my waist, yanking me up with so much force I gasp. My boots drag across the dirt as he hauls me against him, his chest heaving, and his masked face presses against the side of my head.
“You want to be a filthy little slut? Good, I’m about to teach you just how much of a good little whore you really are,”he growls.
I barely have time to whimper before he stuffs something into my mouth, my lips stretch around the fabric, and he ties the rope around my mouth. I can’t speak. Can’t beg. I can breathe only through my nose.
“Good little toys don’t make noise. They take what they are given.”
The rope is pulled tight between my lips like a bit, looping it once more for control. He then fists it in one hand and forces me down onto all fours.
“Face down,”he says, yanking the rope to angle my head down as he towers behind me.“A promise is a promise. I told you I’d fuck you into the ground.”
“Tap your hand on the ground three times if you are done. That will always be your back-up safe word.”
My arms tremble as I glance up at the second man standing in front of me, the one who just spoke. The third is still on a horse, watching.
The man behind me roughly pulls back on the rope, my mouth aching as pleasure shoots between my legs. I’m so wet I’ve soaked through my thong and can feel it saturating the denim between my thighs.
“Nod so he knows you understand what he is saying.”
Looking up, I do as the man behind me asks and nod at the man in front of me, who nods back.
“Before we fuck you raw, tell us, are you on birth control?”
“Yes,” I whisper around the rope. “IUD. And I’m clean.”
“Good girl. You want us bare inside you?”
I nod frantically.
“That’s our dirty little slut. You want to feel our cum filling you up.”
My legs are kicked open wider, and my jeans are roughly dragged down over my ass, far enough I feel air hit the back of my pussy. I whimper, helpless and bared to them with rope biting into my mouth.
“This pretty little cunt is fucking dripping. What a good little fuck toy.”His hand presses between my shoulder blades, pushing me lower, so my top half is pressed to the ground, but my ass is high in the air.“Now, you’ll take every inch like the filthy little whore you are.”
Then he thrusts into me—hard. A muffled cry rips from my throat through the bandanna as my body jerks forward from the force. The small rocks beneath me dig into my body as he grabs my hips and pounds into me with no mercy, using me for his own pleasure. The rope pulls tight as he uses it to guide me where he wants me, dragging my head up as he starts his dirty talk again.
“Look at you,”he snarls.“Drooling around my rope. Taking my cock like a trained little fuck toy. You love being used, don’t you?”He thrusts again, harder and deeper.
