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„No, really .. you have to try it. We got no zucchini in right now, but some nice, thick parsnips. Try that, it‘ll feel much better. And your future husband will thank you too, if you can just take him right away.“
You hadn‘t really believed your maid Tessa when she had recommended using a damn vegetable to pleasure yourself. Sure, sometimes you longed for something more than just a finger or two that you‘ve pushed into yourself but since your father was still the person with the money, not you, you didn‘t really have the means to buy one of those fancy Dildos that you‘ve heard the girls in the big city use.
Only last week your father had announced that you were to be married to some rich fellar‘s son soon enough. You weren‘t really stoked about it but you had known that this day would come one day. Your father was a self made man and the best thing you had to offer for your family was to help them climb up the social ladder by marrying the right man.
That was why Tessa had suggested that you … train yourself a little. „Have a little fun,“ she had said. „Before it‘ll all be about your husband's pleasure.“
So here you were, completely naked in your bed and all wet from rubbing your clit, thinking of some of the more handsome men who worked at the stables of your father. You know you weren‘t supposed to have these kinds of thoughts but it just felt so good that you had stopped caring long ago.
One hand massaging your breast and the other one rubbing your slick core you pushed yourself to the edge of an orgasm, biting your lips to make sure your parents next door wouldn‘t hear your moans and whimpering. In your mind, those strong stable boys were all over you, watching you pleasure yourself, touching you, praising you for being good. It would always be a fantasy but you‘ve had this one for months now and it always easily guided you to your climax.
This time you stopped yourself just before you came though, letting go of your wet pussy and grabbing the parsnip that you had placed next to you on the bed. You had scrubbed it clean as best as you could to keep the nasty things out of your body. You spread your legs a little wider than usually and started rubbing the parsnip over your core, sending shivers up your spine.
You knew it was a little weird, to use a vegetable for your sexual pleasures … but it was only you (and Tessa) who knew so nobody here to watch you. You swallowed and licked your lips as you aligned the parsnip with your hole and slowly pushed it into you. You couldn‘t help but moan, closing your eyes again as you felt how it slowly stretched you out. It hurt a bit, but not enough to be uncomfortable and as soon as you started moving the parsnip back and forth you started to feel hot all over. Your legs trembled softly as you bit your lip again, trying not to moan like you wanted to. Being filled out felt damn fantastic and you couldn‘t help but to imagine one of those boys fucking you as you sped up the movement, raising and spreading your legs as you felt yourself getting closer to your climax again.
Suddenly there was a hand over your mouth and you felt someone grip your wrist tightly. Your eyes sprang open and you stared into the face of a stranger, his face half hidden behind a black bandana and the cowboy hat that he was wearing.
„My my, just wanted to get your daddy‘s cash but looks like I found another treat.“
His blue eyes looked your naked body up and down. The pleasure was gone right now, shock took you over so you didn‘t even struggle - not that the strong hold of the man suggested that you would be able to break free from him anyway.
„You gonn‘ be a good girl and stay silent for me? We don‘t want anybody to got hurt, right?“
You quickly looked down to check his body, the gun belt around his hips loaded with guns and an impressive hunting knife. No, this would be easier if you just complied. Gently you nodded and he let go of your mouth after caressing your lips with his thumb for a moment.
„Take off my belt, open up my pants“, he commanded and let go of your wrist too.For a second you thought about darting away but you were sure that he‘d be after you in no time anyway. Only now you realised that your hands were shaking as you carefully opened the belt buckle and pulled the belt off of his hip, placing it on the bed next to you.
The parsnip in you moved and you couldn‘t help but gasp again. The stranger had started to play around with it while you were working on his pants, a low chuckle coming from him now that you quivered at the sensation.
„Yeah, that‘s a good little slut. Now get that cock outta there. Let‘s see if you can make it as wet as your cunt.“
You swallowed softly, not quite sure what he wanted you to do. You unzipped his pants and carefully took out his cock, looking back up at him again. Instead of another command, he just grabbed you by the hair and pulled your face close to is dick.
„Suck it.“
Was this what Tessa had meant when she said that it was all about the men‘s pleasure? Reluctantly you opened your mouth and took him into your mouth, carefully licking along the shaft while you did it. He was having none of that, grabbed you even harder and pushed you even further onto him. You struggled for the first time, feeling like you‘d choke, trying to get out of his grip. But he didn‘t let go and hold you in place. The parsnip slipped out of you but the man grabbed you by your pussy, pushed two fingers in and fucked you with them while his cock was buried deep in your mouth. You couldn‘t help but moan against him, your body deceiving you with its reactions.
Again, he chuckled low and dangerously. „See, I knew you‘d enjoy this. Dirty girls like you need it a little rougher, don‘t you.“
He pulled you off of his cock again and twisted your head back so you‘d have to look up again. Yur face was flushed red, his cock and your chin full of your saliva.
„Ain‘t that right, bitch?“, he asked and his grip got a little tighter.
„Y-yes“, you moaned, your pussy chlenching around his fingers that kept fucking you for a few seconds more. He pulled them out and slapped your face with his hand.
„Yes, Sir“, he corrected you and you repeated his words, hoping that he wouldn‘t slap you again.
„Now, show me how well you can suck me.“ He nudged your head closer to his cock again and this time you just tried to take him as deep as you could, bobbing your head back and forth on his length to pleasure him. You had no other choice anyway and … a small part of you was actually enjoying this, even if you knew how wrong it was.
You heard his groan above you and felt his gaze through those ice cold blue eyes on you. Your pussy was still wet and you felt yourself dripping onto your mattress as you felt his cock twitch in your mouth. He reached down to you again, his hand a firm grip on the back of your head and once again shoving you even deeper onto him.
“That’s a good little slut.”
God, why did those words actually make you feel even hotter? This man had broken into your home, robbed your father’s money and was now having his way with your body, taking what he wanted without asking ... and you obeyed him like one of those filthy working girls.
He grabbed you by the neck and pushed you down onto the mattress so you were lying on your back. You swallowed hard against his grip, worried that maybe he wouldn’t let you live after this. You’ve heard of men like that, choking women to death while they fucked them. He pulled his bandana down, tugged it off of his face and stuffed it into your mouth.
“We don’t want your daddy to hear you moan like a bitch for me, do we?”, he whispered, his face closer to yours now, his hand still around your throat. In the pale moonlight shining in you could make out his face now, rough from a life outside, a short beard covering his face, except for two scars on his chin …. and you recognized him. Arthur Morgan. Wanted in multiple states, a bounty of no less than $5000 on his head. Your daddy was friends with the Sheriff and he had overheard them talking about the Van der Linde gang.
You struggled, your fear of being choked to death by this murderer now acting up but he pinned you down at your neck and forced himself between your legs. You had no way of fighting back against him and your eyes started tearing up out of fear.
“Recognize me, eh? Well, I’ll make sure you ain’t forgetting me.”
He said and pushed into you with a groan, his hard cock stretching you out painfully quickly as he slammed it all the way in. You whimpered as best as you could through the bandanna in your mouth, no longer struggling against his grip. Thankfully he let go off your throat, at least for now and grabbed your legs as he started fucking into you.
“So nice and tight for me, taking me in like a good bitch.” He praised you, eyes on your face, his balls slapping against you whenever he buried his cock in you. This was so much different from what you’ve ever done yourself, you felt dirty and used … but you also couldn’t deny that you liked this feeling, of being stretched out, in the man’s grip, hearing him pants and groan because of you. It was like your fantasies with the stable boys but real this time.
You felt one of your hands grab your breasts, massaging it roughly and rolling your nipple between his fingers which made you arch your back. It felt so damn good, being touched like this by someone who wasn’t yourself. His low chuckle told you that he was very well aware of your reaction to his touches but you just couldn’t help yourself.
He grabbed your leg and pulled it up over your shoulder while bending down, forcing your legs further apart while he bend down towards you, slowing down his movement now and fucking you in a slow but steady pace that made you whimper again.
Arthur bent down, placing a kiss on your neck before biting into your flesh. You whimpered but pushed against him with your body, not able to deny how much you enjoyed what he was doing to you. “That’s a good little bitch … touch yourself for me, I wanna feel you clench around me.” He commanded and you obeyed, your hand moving down to where your bodies were joined and rubbing your clit. Waves of pleasure ran over your body as you felt him deep inside of you, his body pushing you into the mattress while he sucked and bit the sensitive skin on your neck.
There was nothing on your mind anymore besides how good it felt, being consumed by him like this, owned and taken. It took you over the edge, quicker than you expected. You couldn't help it, your pussy clenched around his hard cock, your free hand grabbing his shoulder, grabbing his shirt while he fucked you through your climax.
Your body went limp after your climax was over and you shuddered as he pulled out of you, his cock still hard and glistening from your juices. You felt him eyeing you up and down for a moment, taking in the view. You were still breathing hard, looking up at him through half-closed eyes. He wasn’t done with you yet and you knew it.
“Turn around”, he commanded but you needed a moment to process his words. He grabbed you by the hip and easily flung you around, slapping your ass as you were suddenly lying on your stomach. He pulled you up by the hips and immediately pushed into you again, your hole still hot and wet for him. Your arms were lifted, crossed behind your back and pinned down by his strong grip as he started fucking you. You had trouble breathing through the bandanna with your face now pushed into the pillows as you heard him grunt behind you but there was no energy left inside of you to struggle against him.
His grip around your arms tightened as you felt him twitch inside of you. You shuddered again, afterwaves of your orgasm making you push against him for some extra friction. His other hand grabbed your hip, pulling you onto him as best as he could as he came deep inside of you, his warm seeds filling you up. He stayed inside of you for a moment before he pulled his cock out of you and let go. You immediately collapsed, completely exhausted from what he had done to you. You heard him closing his pants again and taking his gun belt back, closing it around his hips.
Arthur walked around the bed and turned you around at your shoulder, pulling the bandanna out of your mouth and chuckling at the sight of you. “Really enjoyed yourself there, eh?” He got up again, pushing the bandanna into the pocket of his pants and grabbed the saddle bag that he had dropped at the edge of your room. You figured that he had packed it up with the money and jewelry that he had stolen from your daddy … but you couldn’t make yourself care right now.
“Just leave your window open … might join you for another fucking.” Arthur said before he opened up the window to your room and climbed down the side of your house, vanishing into the cold night air and leaving you lying on your bed. Satisfied but exhausted. Afraid but excited. What had this man done to you?
A week had passed and you still couldn’t get that night out of your head. You had cried about it, trashed your room in anger. You had thought about telling it to the Sheriff or at least your daddy … but you couldn’t. Because deep down you knew that you had enjoyed what Arthur Morgan had done to you. You had touched yourself again, multiple times, thinking about his breath on your deck, his dick inside of you … and you had come, thinking about him, again and again. So when the next night came you did as he said and opened the window, hoping that maybe he’d come again to take you and make you his alone.