Rancho Diablo

by Michael O'Connor

  “Let me show you my Clawfinger special,” the one handed biker growled, finally withdrawing his steel attachment.

  Kneeling between Jenna’s thighs, he filled her throbbing pussy with the full length of his thick cock. As he thrust in and out of her, he undid the straps around his right arm and took off his claw.

  “Like having a second dick,” he grinned, waving his arm in front of Jenna’s face.

  Oiled by her pussy, his cock slid effortlessly into her rear hole. The sharp pangs of that penetration were nothing compared to what she felt when he thrust the handless stump of his arm into her pussy, halfway to the elbow.

  “Slut felt that!” one of the bikers hollered. “Give it to her, Clawfinger. Bust her wide open.”

  He was already doing just that, arm pistoning in unison with his cock. Jenna whimpered, staring through eyes blurred by tears at the faces of the devils surrounding her. She knew Clawfinger was only the first. Once he was done with her, she would be taken by the others. She did not imagine they would treat her any more gently.

  Clawfinger took a hellish eternity, before jettisoning his hot, thick payload in her backside. Breathless and temporarily sated, he withdrew arm and cock together, wiped both clean on her thighs, then invited the rest of the gang to partake of “the bitch meat”.

  They fell upon her like hyenas, already slavering from viewing the opening rape. Her head was jerked upwards by the hair and a fat, smelly tube of manmeat rammed down her throat. Seconds later, another hot cock slid up between her legs. She was at least fortunate that the beast straining on top of her blocked her rear end to the access of another.

  The five women stood by, watching the gang rape and sipping cans of beer. Chaim’s chestnut haired lady was the only female who appeared particularly aroused by the spectacle. She was breathing heavily, nipples straining against her tight white cotton vest. Her man was watching intently, a prominent bulge in the crotch of his jeans. He appeared in no hurry to claim his share of Jenna.

  Cock cream spewed over her face and breasts. She had scarcely time to catch her breath before the next man in line pushed his tool past her lips. Her anus was too tempting to be spared for long. It was stuffed with a throbbing cock, the instant the other rapist was finished with her pussy.

  Chaim waited for over an hour, before finally succumbing to the allure of the cum drenched young girl. As he sheathed his hard ten inches in her foaming pussy, Tori turned away, with a look of disgust. By then Clawfinger, hand once more attached to his arm, was ready for more of the luscious prize he had captured. He splashed the contents of a beer can between his thighs, then lowered his dripping anus to Jenna’s mouth. She licked and sucked, like a well programmed automaton, struggling to continue breathing. When he rose off her face again, she managed to catch a few lungfuls of air, before her throat was filled with his cock.

  As the beer gradually took effect, the animal passions of the bikers subsided. All eleven had screwed Jenna several times. She was reduced to a semen receptacle, overflowing from arse and pussy and with what felt like a gallon of the stuff swirling around in her belly.

  Chaim found Tori in the tepee, smoking a joint the size of his cock.

  “What’s your fucking problem?” he demanded.

  “Why’d you fuck that bitch?” she retorted, with an icy glare. “I’m your lady, remember?”

  “That’s right,” he growled, clamping a big hand on the back of her neck. “You’re my lady - MY property. You do not own me. Your cunt has no exclusive claim to my cock. I can fuck any bitch I want, whenever I want. If you got any other ideas, you’d better get them out of your pretty little head, right now.”

  “I’ve got another idea,” she replied. “Why don’t you go fuck yourself?”

  Smiling, Chaim took the glowing joint from her fingers and jammed it into the left corner of his mouth. Then, he wrapped both arms around her waist and pushed her face down onto the red rug that covered the floor of the tent. She struggled only briefly, knowing she was completely at his mercy. She was indeed Chaim’s lady and nobody would dream of interfering with his right to do exactly as he pleased with her.

  Sitting on her back, he unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down over her slender hips, as far as her knees. Her tiny black lace panties were childishly easy to rip off.

  “You need a lesson in respect, baby,” he muttered, gripping the joint between his teeth and unbuckling his studded leather belt.

  Tori grimaced, biting on her lower lip. The studded side of the thick belt struck her creamy rear cheeks, with a resounding THWACK. She forced herself not to cry out, until the fourth savage stroke had fallen. A dozen more followed in breakneck succession, leaving her with burning buttocks and dramatically altered attitude. Her Master dismounted and she raised herself onto all fours, without waiting for his command. She guessed he would wish to thoroughly punish her bottom. He unzipped his jeans, then spread her throbbing buttocks. She whimpered as the drooling head of his cock nudged the puckering rim of her anus.

  Outside, by the flickering light of the campfire, a black haired girl was greedily and noisily sucking the creamy cock mess from Jenna’s pussy, whilst anally fucking her with two fingers.

  “What are the rest of you bitches waiting for?” Clawfinger drunkenly yelled. “Don’t tell me you’ve all gone off girls, all of a sudden.” He prodded his claw into the ribs of a skinny girl in a ripped tee shirt and denim shorts, who was lying next to him on the grass. “Go sit on her face, Liza. I bet she’d love some of your cunt honey to wash down all that cum.”

  “I’ll do better than that,” the girl giggled, staggering to her feet.

  She wriggled out of her shorts, then stood over Jenna, using two fingers of each hand to part the lips of her pierced and shaven pussy mouth. The bikers spontaneously applauded, as she drenched her face in a steaming torrent of gold.

  When Chaim emerged from his tepee, with Tori crawling naked behind him, a full scale piss festival was under way. Seven cocks and a trio of pussies were simultaneously drenching Jenna, from head to foot. Seemingly oblivious to the golden monsoon, the girl between her thighs continued to devour her slimy feast.

  “Go get her,” Chaim told his Queen. “You have my permission to fuck her out of her mind.”

  Dangling between Tori’s thighs was a nine inch black latex strap-on phallus. She waited for the golden showers to abate, then mounted the piss soaked captive, guiding the dildo to her rear orifice. As she thrust into her, she grabbed a fistful of nettles off her chest and stuffed them into her pussy. Jenna’s cry of pain was the most satisfying thing she had heard all night.

  “This is for Chaim,” she whispered, before spitting into her open mouth.

  “Man, Tori looks like she wants to kill that bitch!” one of the bikers remarked.

  Chaim smiled wickedly. “Yeah. I think it might be fun to keep little Miss Rambo around for a while.”

  Part Two

  Four days after setting out in search of Jenna, Logan and his three companions returned to Rancho Diablo. Though they had failed to recapture the escapee, they did have a pair of consolation prizes for Troy. Staggering behind the horses, wrists and ankles in chains and with ropes around their necks, were the bedraggled figures of Dina and her mother. They slumped to their knees in the yard, while Logan went in search of Troy.

  He found the slavemaster in his office, speaking to a client on the telephone. A naked girl was crouched at his feet, polishing his boots with her tongue.

  “I can arrange delivery,” he was saying. “How soon do you need the girls?” He listened for a moment, then spoke again. “I can’t see any problem with that. There’s no need for me to know anything about your project. Once you’ve paid your money, the slaves are yours, to use as you see fit. I have a couple of beauties that will fit the bill perfectly ... No need to worry on that score. The ass wearing the brand
of Rancho Diablo belongs to a girl better trained than any dog ... Fine. My men will bring the girls, you bring the cash. Pleasure doing business, Mr G.”

  After he had hung up, he scribbled a few notes on his desk pad, before glancing up at Logan, whose expression said all he did not want to hear.

  “You didn’t find her?”

  Logan shook his head. “Looks like we’ll have to write this one off.”

  “Fuck!” Troy exploded, kicking away the slave at his feet.

  “We didn’t come back empty handed though,” Logan hastened to add. “Take a look out in the yard.”

  Troy walked to the window and briefly studied the slumped figures of mother and daughter. “Where did you find them?”

  “In a cabin across the river,” Logan replied. “The girl was half buried in the front garden. Her mother was tied to the kitchen table, with a wine bottle and two dinner forks sticking out of her ass. Apparently our girl paid them a visit.”

  “And did that to them!” Troy exclaimed.

  He nodded. “Seems she took them by surprise. Tied them up and spent a whole day torturing them, before making off down the river in their boat. The mother said she was heading for Prairie Cove. I don’t think she would have lied to me, with a .45 stuck in her face.”

  “Prairie Cove!” Troy groaned. “I’d better get on the phone to Sheriff Macklin. Unless the bitch ran straight to him, we’re in deep shit.”

  For the past eighteen hours, Zoe had been hanging from the cross. Her arms were lashed to the crossbeam with strips of leather. Her breasts and buttocks bore livid testament to the agonies endured whilst wrapped in barbed wire. Two iron buckets, brimful of urine from the slave herd, hung from ropes bound tightly around her breasts. Dangling from a chain, with a split link pushed through her labia, was a heavy gold bell. Her feet were unfettered, but only because there was not the remotest chance of her being able to use them.

  Her heart had sank at the sight of the returning horsemen, until she realised her sister was not one of the women staggering behind them. That could only mean Jenna was still free. Or ... She refused to entertain the second horrible possibility. Her faith in Jenna bringing about her own release was all she had left to sustain her throughout these days of unremitting torture.

  Troy appeared slightly more relieved, when he put down the phone again.

  “Our lawman friend assures me she never made it to Prairie Cove,” he said. “If she turns up anywhere now, it’ll be as dead meat. What a fucking tragedy! We’ll never find another pair of slaves as valuable as those two.”

  “That mother and daughter should fetch a good price,” Logan pointed out. “Even if they’re nowhere near as valuable as the twins, we did get them for nothing, so we’ll at least cut our losses.”

  “This isn’t just about money,” Troy grumbled. “What pisses me off more than anything is the very fact of her getting away. It doesn’t look good and it sure as hell doesn’t feel good. Spread the word around the herd that you found what was left of her in the forest, after the wolves. That should strike the fear of Satan into the bitches. But just in case any of them is still foolish enough to go for it, I want notices posted all around, warning that any future escape attempts will be punishable by death. And when I say death, I mean of the slow and painful variety.”

  “That should prove an effective deterrent,” said Logan. “What about the new arrivals? Shall we get ‘em branded and ready for market?”

  “Later,” Troy answered. “I have other business to attend to first. Ever heard of a lady known as the Ringmistress?”

  “Sure,” replied Logan. “Runs some kind of a circus down Mexico way.”

  “Not anymore,” said Troy. “The Sado Circus has crossed the border and it’s proprietor is looking to stock up on some all American ass, of the kind we specialise in. My contact in the big city has told me to expect her within the next day or two. In the meantime, I’ve got to pick out two big titted movie stars from the herd, for a guy in the nasty end of the porn business. He needs them by noon tomorrow and the pick-up point is four hundred miles south. That means you and Kurt had better be on the road within the next few hours. Take guns. I haven’t dealt with this guy before and I’m not sure I trust him.”

  “Got anything for us to pick up on the return journey?” asked Logan.

  “Only as many sweet hitch hikers as you can find,” Troy replied. “Throw our two new arrivals in the corral, until I find time to deal with them. That little girl looks like a particularly tasty proposition.”

  That night, after she and her mother had been whipped and branded, Dina was subjected to the kind of rape she had heard about from Jenna. It was not quite the wildly erotic experience she had imagined. As she lay bleeding in the stocks, she felt Troy’s cock in her rectum and his electric dildo prod in her pussy. One of the hooded men thrust his cock into her mouth, choking off her screams of pain. Her mother was in the adjoining stocks, biting down on a rope gag and whimpering like a wounded animal, as another hooded Master violated her from behind.

  Madam Ringmistress arrived the following afternoon, her black stretch limousine sweeping regally through the ranch gates. Following close behind was a canvas covered olive green army truck. The limousine rolled to a halt in the shadow of the ranch house and a grey suited chauffeuse emerged, hastening to open the rear door for her passenger.

  The lady that emerged from the limo might well have been a sixties movie queen. She was draped in an ankle length mink coat. Her silvery blonde hair was tied up in a bun and black glasses accentuated her air of elegant mystery. Only from up close, where the lines in her face became visible, did she look like what she really was - a woman in her mid to late fifties.

  Troy disliked her immediately, mainly because she was a woman, in a position where he strongly felt none of her sex belonged. Her imperious manner did not help. After thirty seconds in her company, he longed to use his whip and cock to put her in her rightful place. Dealing with her was going to prove difficult, even if she did have a sizeable bankroll to invest in slaves.

  “So, finally I arrive at the slave trader’s Mecca,” she said, in a faintly Spanish tinged accent. “Ever since first hearing about this place, I have longed to see it for myself.”

  “I hope you won’t be disappointed,” Troy said. “Would you like me to show you around?”

  “There is no hurry,” she replied. “I would like to discuss our business first. In private.”

  Troy escorted her to his office and poured her a large vodka. Before sitting down, she removed her mink coat and draped it over the back of her chair. Underneath, she wore the skintight rubber uniform of a hardcore dominatrix. Her body was slim and long limbed, breasts pleasantly ample. A variety of instruments hung from the diamond studded belt around her waist. Troy found the cat o’ nine tails with a tiny razor at the end of each leather strip particularly interesting.

  “I use it sparingly,” she said, seating herself. “I get the impression, Mister ...”

  “Call me Troy.”

  “I get the impression, Troy, that you would be more comfortable dealing with me, if I were a man.”

  “I find that men do tend to dominate this business,” he replied. “Until now, the only women I’ve come across in the slave trade have been the kind we have in the corral out there.”

  The Ringmistress sipped her drink. “I have been in the slave related business for many years. I know of several alternative sources that would be happy to supply me with what I need. I came to you first, because I heard you were the best. Now, are you prepared to sell me a few girls, or are we both wasting our time?”

  “We can do business, er ...”

  “Madam is fine.”

  He gritted his teeth. “We can do business, Madam. What exactly are you looking for?”

  “I have no rigid requirements,” she answ
ered. “Apart from beauty, of course. My audiences do not pay to see ugly girls suffer.”

  “You won’t find better looking slaves anywhere,” Troy assured her. “I’m sure you wouldn’t be here, if you thought otherwise. I am curious though, about this Sado Circus of yours. Do you have slaves jumping through hoops and putting their heads in the mouths of lions?”

  “The Sado Circus is far more creative than that,” she answered tersely. “But I am not about to give away any secrets. You will have to come to one of my shows. The opening performance is in two weeks and I intend it to be a spectacular occasion. Which is why I need four top quality slaves. I had to dispose of my previous collection, before leaving Mexico. It would not do to be caught bringing them across the border. I think it would be best to leave the discussion of prices until after I have put all potential purchases through my selection process.”

  Troy frowned. “Selection process!”

  “I do not want to just pick four girls from a line up,” Madam Ringmistress explained. “Shopping ought to be fun, whether it be for slaves or jewellery. I noticed a girl on a cross, on my way in. Is she for sale?”

  “She’s this week’s special offer,” Troy replied. “The cross is punishment for a few infringements of discipline.”

  “Cruel and unusual punishment is most important,” said the Ringmistress. “Line her up with the rest of the herd. I should like to begin my selection process at once.”

  Troy turned away from her, so that she could not see his rage. He resented taking orders from anybody, but particularly a woman. The urge to put her in her rightful place was nigh on irresistible.