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The Prize
by Realoldbill (no address provided)
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Deep in another time and place, two young people make
a terrible mistake. (M+/f, ped, nc, rp, v)
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Hey Jimbo, hear they done caught another one down at
the bus station. That right?
Yep, sure did; right pretty one too. Squealing like a
pig. Asking for a lawyer. Can you believe that?
No shit. Well, what are they planning, auction or
what? You remember I paid two hundred for that high
yeller last summer, Chicago girl they said. Damn
split-tail lasted till almost Christmas, tough bitch.
Yep, but this time it's a shooting contest, nick the
coon's nose I think, might be hit the balls. You'll
have to check. They caught this kid, somebody knew his
gran'daddy was part black, part Indian. He came
looking for work.
So I got down my old Remington 35, loaded her up and
headed for the station. The girl was in the pen they
use for hogs and the young nigger boy was dangling by
one leg and one arm from the RR crossing sign, ten
feet in the air. About twenty men were there by noon,
and they stepped off a hundred yards and we drew lots.
First one to hit a ball won her, entry fee was a
hundred dollars. Damn station master's a mean cuss,
cheap too. I 'spect he fucked the girl before he
showed her. Ended up only seven men were shooting. I
drew number five and spat, figuring I had wasted a
hundred dollars.
One of the men before me were sure to hit the boy's
scotum since the way they had him bound up it was
dangling under him like a poke full of cornmeal. Boy
had a corncob jabbed in his ass and another in his
mouth so he was mostly quiet, just a little
whimpering.
The gal was worth the price, a fine looking young
piece of ass, blonde and blue-eyed, maybe sixteen or
so. Don't understand why these Yankees think they can
just come through here and go on down to New Orleans
or Texas or someplace.
Shoot, I ain't had one of them for I don't know how
long. Fresh meat. Now I've got me three wives and a
girl or two on the side, down by the engine house,
y'know, but this was special, Yankee tail. I was
really eager, feeling my cock kind of surging. I tried
to remember the last blonde we had jumping around the
farm, sucking and fucking, been a coon's age. She was
a local, orphan I think.
First man put a 30-30 in the boys' thigh, second shot
hit his ass, and he really jumped, somehow spit out
the cob and yowled. Third man clean missed and beat
his old rifle-musket on the ground.
Petersen smiled at me, hoisted up his fine rifle and
blew the kid's cock right off without hitting his
balls. Cuss? Unbelievable! But he was using a .44,
kind of dumb showoff thing to do.
Black boy, well, he really wasn't black, just barely
tan, could have passed I suppose but somebody knew him
so there he was, spurting blood and jumping around,
begging and such.
He rotated back and forth, and I fired when he paused
and splat, there went his testicles, exploding in a
fine mist of blood and shards of flesh. They left him
up there and just let him bleed out. We don't tolerate
no blacks down here, none. One drop; that's all it
takes.
So I won the young female and several men came up and
offered me some money for a piece, five minutes with
her. Just tempting me they were.
All right, all right, hold on and we'll all get some,
I told them. I hauled her down to the chain-link fence
by the baggage platform, pushed her young tits right
through, they were kind of jutting rather than round,
and skewered them with long splinters and then ripped
off her summer dress and smacked her plump ass. She
was crying and begging, her nice young jugs rammed
through the metal fence and pierced like that must
have hurt.
You men get in line. A poke's gonna cost you twenty,
understand, cash in my hand. Hard money. Don't hand me
none of that paper, ain't fit for ass-wiping. I
couldn't help but smile; gonna have my hundred and
then some plus the bitch.
Tears were running down her face and blood was
dripping from both breasts where she was held to the
fence. I lifted her head, smiled at her and told her
it wasn't going to last very long and to be brave. She
spat at me.
Then I told her to spread her legs and after a few
swats, she did. I greased up my horn in her deep slit
and rammed up into her, lifting her right off her
feet.
Caterwauling, yes sir, that's what it was. She was
good and tight, a virgin too. I felt the warm blood
sliding down my shaft and dripping from my balls.
I held her at the hips and rocked her side to side as
I enjoyed myself, half listening to the boys behind me
giving me advice and commenting on the action. The
girl kicked and struggled for a while and then just
hung there from her fingers in the fence so she would
tear off her tits. I could hear myself grunting as I
got to really smacking us together.
I snorted some more and gave it to her, came hard,
pulled free, spurted another rope or two on her back
and butt and then stepped aside.
Damn nasty thing to do, said old Silas, as he wiped
away my spew with what was left of her dress and
sodomized the female.
She screamed. Man's got a horn thick as his ankle.
When the old man was done, she was bleeding some but
in an hour of hard work, she earned me $220. I pulled
the sticks out of her tits, threw a bucket of water on
her and gave her back her ruined dress and took her
home and gave her to my boys to use until supper time.
That was about a month ago, maybe six weeks, and she's
turned out to be a good investment. Very few days pass
that she doesn't earn forty-fifty bucks, and she warms
one of our beds nearly every night. Still won't say
nothin', not a word, but she does her job.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously
consider seeking professional help.
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