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A Broken Heart, A New Life (Life x Nurse)

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Nurse_K

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Lucy had been wandering through the desert for days. Her once pretty pale blue dress was now tattered and dirty. It was ripped at the hem and the sleeves were almost black with dirt. The buttons on the top had fallen off, leaving some of her chest revealed to anyone who might see her, though she hadnâ??t seen anyone since sheâ??d wandered out of the town.

Lucy was nineteen years old and had been married for three months. Sheâ??d gone down into the town from their small cabin to get some groceries, and when she came back she saw the cabin alight in flames. She dropped her bags and ran in screaming for her husband. She found him lying underneath a beam, nearly dead. She tried to pull him out but he told her to leave him, that it was his fault. Heâ??d tried to light the wood stove for her but heâ??d done it wrong and the pipe had gotten clogged, causing it to explode and light the cabin on fire.

Lucy fled sobbing. She had wanted more than anything to die there with her beloved husband, but heâ??d told her to goâ?¦and Lucy always listened to him. She was homeless, possession-less, dollar-less. She had nothing to her name except the tattered dress she wore and the skills she retained. She had hoped to walk to the next town and try to find someone to give her work until she could have enough money for a train back east, but itâ??d been days and she didnâ??t see any town in sight.

Lucyâ??s hair was once a beautiful dark brown color, full and fluffy. Now it was knotty and dry, covered with dust from the desert. Her honey brown eyes were tired and worn, not bright and vibrant as they had been. She had a good body, wide childbearing hips and a nice pair of breasts, but sheâ??d lost a lot of weight in these last few days. Sheâ??d barely eaten or drank and had hardly slept. She was becoming a shadow of herself.

She finally couldnâ??t take it anymore and collapsed next to a dead tree. She burst out into sobs again, but there were no tears. There wasnâ??t enough water inside her body anymore for her to actually try. She just wailed and wracked her body as she lay there sprawled against the tree trunk.
 
A cloud of dirt followed the group of dangerous men as their horses galloped through the desert, their faces hard and tanned from the sun as they made their way through the land god had forsaken to the buzzards. There were five in all, each one looking dangerous and wild. From just a few minutes in their company one could deduce from the variety of rifles, shotguns, and six shooters that these were not simple cowpokes nor were they lawmen. These men considered themselves well above any laws that the government tried to place out west and preferred to think of themselves as entrepreneurs in the

Their leader rode up front, a black cowboy hat atop his messy brown hair. His face was hard and wore a permanent five-o'clock shadow with a strong chin. His clothes were torn and dirty, with several marks that couldn't be anything else than bullet holes. He was the only person that the men behind him respected, looking to him to lead them to riches and keep them out of the laws way.

His name was Billy "Gravestone" Jones", a man wanted across the west with a 10,000 dollar reward out for him, dead or alive. He was accused of almost every crime out there, murder, theft, cattle rustling, killing a lawman, and rape. So far he had proven too clever to be caught and he planned on keeping it that way.

He was the first to spot the shadow of a person sprawled next to the tree. He didn't think much of it, only that he might have some things worth looting on him. But as they grew closer and the feminine curves and dress became more apparent he felt his priorities taking a much different direction.

The gang came to a stop just next to the tree, the shadow of their horses providing the only shade for the young woman. Billy jumped from the saddle and approached the sprawled woman, seeing she was still alive. Her sobs had been hidden by the hoofsteps, but now that is was quite could hear the choked sobs. He bent down, taking out a canteen of water as he lifted her head. He pressed the bottle to her lips, easing the water down her throat. "East now girl, don't take in to much less you get sick." He had a gentle voice masking his evil intentions, though his men did nothing to hide their pleasure as they looked over the girls young body.
 
She heard the hooves approaching and part of her wanted to look up and see who it was, but she didn't move. Her sobs only wracked her harder until the dust was kicking up into her mouth. She felt a gentle hand lift up her head and tilt a canteen up to her lips and pour water in. The water was warmish but absolutely delicious to Lucy. The water poured down her throat and she gulped it down, feeling energy seep back into her. She opened her eyes slowly and blinked the dust out of them, seeing a a large man there.

She sat up more and pulled her face away from his hand, a little afraid. His voice and actions were gentle, but she didn't know who he was. He could be anyone. "Who...who are you?" she croaked, clearing her throat before asking again, "Who are you?" her voice was soft and sweet, though obviously frightened and worn. She looked passed the man and saw the four others mounted on horses, all smirking evilly. She scooted herself back a little bit, bumping into the tree.
 
"Now now darling," he said in a reassuring voice with a hint of a southern accent. "Don't be moving around so much, your looking worse for the wear." He moved in close, putting an hand on her shoulder and staying between her and the boys. Those idiots weren't one for subtlety and would have probably just have taken her right then and there before leaving her for death. "What's a sweet young thing like you doing all the way out here without any water? Seems mighty foolish if you ask me."

He pressed the canteen into her hands, letting her rink at her pleasure. He caught a glance at her breasts, smirking at the sight. She was looking a little sickly but it would be easy to put the meat back on her bones. "You can call me Billy. What's your name miss?"
 
She gripped the canteen when he pushed it into her hands, lifting it and turning it up to her lips again. She drank eagerly, shivering a little bit. Some water dripped from her mouth and she licked it up hungrily. She hadn't had so much water since the day before the fire. She shuddered when he asked her why she was out in the desert. She looked down at the ground and bit her lip before answering. "My...my husband was killed. My cabin burnt to the ground...I was trying to walk to the next town,"

She didn't notice when he saw her breasts. She didn't even realize they were revealed the way they were, her cleavage open like a whore's would be. "Lucille," she said softly, "My name's Lucille. But...people call me Lucy." she smiled a little bit, tipping the canteen up to her lips again and taking another drink. "Thank you for the water, Billy." she extended her hand to give him back the canteen.
 
Billy had to stifle back a groan as her pink tongue slipped past those lips of hers to lick up the droplets of water. In his mind he could imagine her tongue being put to a much better use. And with those breasts of hers...damn, it was like she just walked out of a brothel and into his lap. This was a pretty good stoke of luck, not just for them but for her as well. Sure, he was planning on raping her and passing her aloung to his boys but he could also see the potential in keeping her alive. She might know a bit about the area and could work as a hostage if it gets to that point. Also those hips looked just primed for fucking.

He took back the canteen and gave her a look of pity. "I'm sorry to hear that ma'am. But you shouldn't be out here alone and without water. You're lucky we came aloung when we did." He got to his feet, standing at his full six feet and holding out a hand for her. "We'll give you a ride Lucy. No need to worry about a thing." They still needed to make it somewhere for the night didn't feel like getting a sunburn on his shaft. It was going to be a hell of a night.
 
When he stood up she was taken back by his giant size. She had seen that he was a large man, but he was almost a foot taller than she was. She stood up shakily, brushing some of the dust off of her dress. It didn't help much, she was still absolutely filthy, but she was at least trying now. She wasn't so near death that she didn't even care about the dust on her dress anymore. She smiled at him, "I just need to get to the next town. I'd be much obliged if you'd take me there. I don't have any money or anything...but I know people there. They could forward some money for me,"

It hadn't even crossed Lucy's mind that the man might have a different plan. She never stopped to think that they would never bring her to the next town, that she wasn't going to be able to move on with her life the way she thought she would. At this point, she thought that he was just some nice man passing by with some pals of his. Lawmen maybe.
 
The other four laughed amongst themselves as Billy worked over the girl. They could see what he was doing even when she couldn't. They were looking forward to getting a piece of action later on, though they were willing to hold back for now.

Billy took her by the hand and helped her over to his horse. "Now I don't think we'll have to worry about money. We'll get you cleaned up and maybe you could just cook us up something if our looking to repay. Us men have been starving for a cute thing like you to whip up some eats." He could play the part of a gentlemen almost as naturally as he could shoot a pistol. "Oh, but you might want to watch yourself, you have a little..." he pointed out her undone buttons, playing up the good Samaritan. He was looking forward to seeing her face later on when she realized the truth. "So, you've ridden a horse before?"
 
All he wanted was for her to cook for them? Her cheeks flushed a little. Of course she would cook for them. She loved cooking, it'd always been one of her favorite things to do. Her mother had told her that she was lucky that she was a woman and she loved cooking, it made her future job as a wife that much less troublesome. She looked down when Billy pointed out her undone buttons. "Oh!" she gasped, she cheeks turning a darker red. She pulled at the gown and tried to fix it so that her cleavage couldn't be seen anymore.

Once she thought she'd fixed it enough that she could deal with it, she looked up and smiled. "Oh, of course." she patted the horse's side gently and then grabbed the horn of the saddle and stuffed her foot into the stirrup. She heaved herself up and swung her other leg over onto the other side of the saddle. She shifted a little bit, trying to arrange her skirts properly. She looked down at Billy, she was just barely taller than him on the horse. "Hope you don't mind. I don't like riding side saddle."
 
"That's not a problem ma'am," he said with a bit of a chuckle. "Now you just hold on right there and we'll be on our way." He lifted himself up on the horse easily, used to having to saddle himself quickly with the law closing in. Soon enough he was sitting behind her, his arms on either side of her and holding the reins, effectively trapping her. Her back was pressed up against his chest and he smiled to himself as her top came undone again giving him another ample view. "Don't worry Lucy, we'll look after you real good."

With a crack of the reins the horse reared back a little and took off like lighting. His boys followed in close behind, tipping their hats to Lucy as they came up closer. Unknown to her they weren't heading for the town, not about to risk getting arrested. No, their plan was to head for a ridge a few miles away were they would make camp for the night. Billy had to hand it to himself, she didn't suspect a thing.
 
Lucy gripped the horn tightly as they took off. She'd gone riding loads of times but she'd never ridden this fast. It was almost like an escape pace rather than a leisure pace, but she was in a weird state of mind. Maybe she was just so tired that it seemed faster to her. She heaved a sigh and rested her back against his chest, closing her eyes as they rode. She squeezed the saddle with her thighs so that she'd stay on, her breasts bouncing up and down as the horse galloped away.

Despite the circumstances, Lucy found riding on the horse with a strong chest behind her extremely soothing. She'd missed the feel of her husband's chest. She missed resting her head on his chest after they'd made love, she missed his strong hands stroking her, she missed the smell of him after a long day of work. She missed everything about him, she was vulnerable. She drifted off to sleep as they rode, she would never know where they were headed.
 
They rode several hours strait until sundown when they reached their destination. The hot desert sun was setting behind them with the air getting colder by the minute. Billy had enjoyed the ride for once, having the soft little thing against him with the view of her bouncing breasts more than making up for the heat. They steered their horses into a concealed area surrounded by rocks. It would give them a good vantage point while keeping their own fire hidden.

As the others got off their horses to tie them off Billy nudged Lucy awake. "Hey there, time to wake up." When her eyes opened he jumped off the saddle and helped her off, explaining the situation. "We're going to camp here for the night. Otis here got us a little mixed up so we're not going to be making it to town tonight." Otis, a broad, stout man with a fuzzy beard gave her a smile and bowed. He looked dirtier than the rest, not having bathed in weeks and having soent too much time out in the desert.

"So you can cook us up something after we get set up," Billy told her. The other three were working on getting the fire going. "Otis here got us some meat, didn't ya Otis?"

The man cracked a toothy grin and reached into his pack. "Yes'sir I did. Fresh to, shot it just afore we found you little missy!" He pulled out a dead rabbit, a nice meaty one, and pushed it into her arms, "You could say we made two catches today, ha ha ha!" The oaf had no sense of subtlety, something that led Billy to smack him across the head.

"Pay him no mind," Billy told her. "You need anything just ask me alright?"
 
Lucy woke when she felt Billy nudging her. Her eyes fluttered open and she sat up, realizing that she'd slept for probably a very long time. She grasped his hand and let him help her off of the horse. She looked around at the landscape, it was painfully obvious that they were nowhere near the town. Camp here for the night? That unnerved her a little bit. She didn't want to be sleeping in close proximity with so many men. It was unladylike for one thing, and she felt like she could only trust Billy.

She frowned at Otis when he made the comment about two catches, but just shrugged it off. She took the bloody rabbit and walked over to the fire the men were trying to start. She skinned the rabbit and began to pick the meat out of it. Once the fire was started she tied the pieces of meat to six sticks. Four of them had equal shares, while one had more and one had less. She held them all over the fire, rolling and dipping them almost expertly. In what seemed like no time, the meat was cooked. She handed the stick with the most meat to Billy and kept the smallest one for herself, handing the rest to the other men.
 
Billy nodded his thanks to her, "thank you kindly ma'am." The others just dug right in, giving grunts of approval and smiling at her. Billy kept things from getting too quite by talking about his travels across the west to Lucy, with occasional quips from the others. He told her about near-escapes from Indian savages, about sleeping under the stars every night, and about all the ferocious critters he'd seen. That always impressed the ladies. Course, he left out the parts about how he only traveled because he was a wanted man and that those redskins were chasing him for taking advantage of one of their girls.

After they had all finished their meat Billy looked to the others and waved 'em off. "You fellas take a lookout for the time being. Make sure nobodies trying to sneak up on us an' try and find us some grub for breakfast tomorrow." The four men smiled and nodded as they left. The leader got first dibs after all.

"So," Billy said offhand, moving closer to Lucy. "How are you holding up?
 
She ate her small portion of food, impressed with her impromptu barbeque skills. She smiled and laughed at the funny stories that Billy told and her eyes grew wide with fear when he talked about all the wild animals he'd seen and the indians that had chased him. She'd never met anyone who had any kind of life experience like Billy did. Her husband and her had come across from the east together, but they'd come in a large caravan that hadn't been attacked the entire journey -- something that was almost never heard of.

She waved at the four men as they went off, secretly glad that they were going someplace else. She didn't trust them, she thought they might try to touch her while she slept or something. She was still a married woman, whether her husband was dead or not. She gave Billy a small smile, wrapping her arms around herself.

"I'm...I'm alright. Exhausted even though I got that nap. I really appreciate everything you've done for me, though."
 
Shoot, this might be easier than he had thought. Billy stretched out his hand and placed it around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him. "I've lost a lot of family in my time and far too many friends." He looked down at her with a look of loss in his eyes, one perfected over many years spent in the back of saloons. "You need to take a deep breath and relax. I'm sure everything will work out for the best."

His other hand cupped her cheek and turned her face towards his, leaning in closer. "You're a very beautiful young woman Lucy. I'm sure that you'll find someone to take care of you." Their lips were mere inches apart as he stared into her eyes. He would see how she took the bait and if she bit he could look forward to some fun. If not well, he could enjoy a woman who didn't know what was best for her.
 
Elsa was torn in what seemed like a thousand directions. Billy seemed so warm and compassionate, so gentle and caring. And he'd seen loss to. The look in his eyes told her what she thought was everything. Being so close to Billy now only made her think of her dead husband, of her James. Burned to death trying to start the wood stove for her so that she wouldn't have to do it herself. She'd loved him more than life itself. She missed him more than anything in the whole world. And now her lips were inches away from another man's mouth.

Her heart was beating at a thousand beats a minute. Her body had grown used to touch and stimulation from James at least once a day if not more than that. It'd been almost a week since they'd been together. Her body was raging for touch again, and it could tell that Billy was willing to offer it. Lucy's mind, though, told her that this was wrong. She was still a married woman, she was still committed to James. It didn't matter if he was gone or not, she was still his. Her cheeks flushed and she hesitated for a moment but turned her head away from Billy, refusing his advance. "Thank you, Billy. I hope I find someone. Someone who will understand that my heart will always belong to James." she hoped that he would understand what she meant without her having to go any farther with it.
 
So the little lady had looked into her heart and found that her love for her dead husband was stronger than the emotional turmoil she was feeling.

Well wasn't that just too bad.

Billy tightened his grip on her shoulder, turning her towards him with his other hand and forcing her to look at him. "Course your heart will always belong to him but certainly you needs...." the look of lust in his eyes was apparent now. "Must be lonely, no man to hold you..." his arms where around her body now as he moved in closer and pressed his lips against her own. He pushed her back on the dirt, his large framing holding her down as he forced himself on her.
 
Lucy had been on the verge of tears again when Billy tightened his grip on her shoulder and turned her towards him. She looked up into his eyes, seeing the lust there for the very first time. She was surprised by the degree of the lust, it was like he'd been holding himself back the entire time, that only now was he able to show her the degree of his lust for her. Then suddenly his lips were against hers and her back was against the ground, him hovering over her.

She tried to scream but the sound went no where except into his mouth. She put her hands on his chest and tried to push him away, kicking her legs up to try to get him off of her. Her body, though, had already begun to react to his advances. He was right, she was lonely, she did have needs. She didn't have anyone to hold her and she wanted that desperately, but it was a sin against her marriage. She finally managed to pull her lips from his and spoke quickly, "Please, Billy! Please stop. I'm...I'm married!" but the urge to submit to him and let him touch her was almost overpowering.
 
Billy kept his hold on her shoulders as he lifted his face from hers, smirking down at her. "Hate to tell you this sweetheart but your husbands dead. Those vows are long since over with." He was enjoying himself with this one, his cock already hard in his pants as he ground his hips up against her legs. Reaching for her he grabbed the front of her dress and yanked it open, the remaining buttons popping open and revealing her white undergarments and a beautiful sample of her cleavage,

"Not bad,"" he said right before diving into her. His mouth attacked her neck like a starving man, trailing down to her breasts which he nipped at as his hands pawed at the rest of her body. God, it had been too long since he had fucked a woman and he was going to make this widowed whore scream one way or another.
 
Her heart broke when he told her that her husband was dead. She knew he was, but no one had ever actually said it to her. They'd consoled her and tried to soothe her, but the words 'your husband is dead' had never been spoken by anyone to her except herself. She shrieked when he ripped open her dress, her breasts held up by her thin corset, her flat stomach revealed to him while her womanhood was encased by her petticoat and garters that hung loose, her hose having long been torn. No one had ever seen her like that except James.

Her body heat rose as he began to kiss her neck and down her chest to her partially covered breasts. She squirmed has his hands roamed her, her body begging for more touch from him, from satisfying touch not just teasing touch. "He's...he's dead," she muttered to herself as he pawed at her, "I'm...alone."
 
Billy could be patient, but right now with a young girl held down under him he had no time to play the gentleman anymore. "That's right honey," he told her, "might as well enjoy yourself, your used goods now." Sad truth for an unmarried widow, especially with her home burned down. His hand moved down to her thigh, pulling up her dress until his rough fingers were trailing over her smooth skin, kneading her flesh and moving slowly upward to her petticoat-covered pussy. God, he was about to rip all her clothes right off. But Billy could see she was growing more and more open to suggestion in her depressed state.

"A beautiful girl like you deserves a little fun, right darling?" He kissed up her neck, movign to her soft lips and looking her in the eye. "Come'on, take off that corset for me...just lay back and relax..."
 
She was used goods now. That hurt her too. She'd probably never be able to find another man that would take care of her honestly. They'd always see her as a woman who'd been used before him, she was tainted and impure. She might still be young, only nineteen, but she might as well be in her thirties. She wasn't some fresh new thing that all the man were running after like she used to be. She was an afterthought now. She jumped a little when his hand trailed over her skin, getting closer and closer to her womanhood. Half of her wanted him to stop, wanted to get up and run as far away from him as she could. The other half, though, wanted desperately to feel him hold her, to be close to him.

Did she deserve some fun? His lips pressed against hers while he stared her in the eyes. She hesitated, but then gently kissed him back. She was scared to death, but she figured it would probably be better for her to give herself to him rather than have him take her. She lifted her hands to her corset and began unhooking it in the front until it fell open.
 
When she kissed him back he knew he had her. Widows were the easiest to trick into the sack. If He sat back and let her unhook her corset, his eyes widening slightly as her globes of flesh were revealed to him. "That's good miss. That's real good..." He squeezed them together with his hands, his thumbs grazing her nipples and working them into hard nubs. "I'll show you what a real man can do for a woman." His mouth moved to capture a nipple, sucking on it lightly and catching it in his teeth.

He stayed like that for several moments before pulling back, taking off his hat and tossing it to the side. After that he slowly began to unbutton his shirt, pulling if off and revealing his tanned, muscled chest. He was a good seven years older than her and obviously had lived a much harder life, with several scars from fights and shootouts grazing his chest. Throwing that to the side he moved back down to kiss her while pulling up her dress.
 
She felt her flesh tingle when he began to knead her breasts and her nipples, working them until they'd hardened. It felt so good to have a man be touching her again. She'd, of course, been a virgin when she'd married James, but she certainly wasn't one after. They'd done all sorts of things together, and she loved all of it. She found that she was particularly addicted to sex and being sexual. James had called her his little nympho once. That was terribly scandalous, but they were married, so she thought it was okay. Now there was another man, one she'd known for only a few hours, sucking on her nipple. And she was liking it.

She watched him intently as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly. It was almost like he was teasing her. When his tan muscly body was revealed to her, she felt a familiar stirring of true arousal inside of her. She couldn't deny what her body wanted now..and what her mind was beginning to want too. When he leaned over her again and kissed her she kissed him back easily, though a tiny piece of her still felt bad. She lifted a hand and ran it down his muscled front, shivering lightly.
 
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