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

Her fingertips were like electricity as they touched his chest and he moaned in appreciation into her mouth. He was getting tired of all this clothing and decided it was time to get to know her a little better. Tugging on her dress he started inching down her body, sliding it down her arms and slipping it to her hip. The blue dress was already loose from a few tears and days of wear so it easily slid off her body. He chuckled at her frightened expression as she looked up at him and winked at her. "Don't worry darling, not like anyone will ever know about this right? Just let go."

He sat on his knees in front of her, pulling up her up to him and placing her hands on his hips. "I've been doing all the undressing so far. Why don't you repay me the favor?"
 
She whimpered lightly when he tugged her dress down her body and then slipped it off of her. Her white petticoats hit the dirt below her, immediately soiling them. Her dress was dirty but she'd managed to keep her underwear clean. That was all over with now. And, apparently, she was about to be taken in the dirt too. Couldn't get more whorish than that, she thought. At least in saloons the whores got mattresses to screw on.

Just let go? That was easy for him to say. A lot harder for her to put into practice. She managed to stop herself from yelping when he pulled her up to him, kneeling there in just her petticoat, her hard nipples exposed to him. Then he put her hands on his hips. She would never be able to claim rape now, not if she was undressing him herself. She tugged at his belt until it came undone, causing his pants to slacken. She turned her face away as she unbuttoned and unzipped him, tugging those down together.
 
As soon as it was released his hard cock sprang free from his pants, saluting her and almost touching her face. He laughed as she avoided looking at him. "Now come'on miss Lucy, I know this is the first cock you've seen." Shaking off the rest of his pants he kneeledd down in front of her, moving his hands over her chest as he slid it under her petticoat and towards the apex of her thighs.

"Hmm," he smirked as he just barely touched her womanhood, "how many time you been with a man Lucy?"
 
She nearly shuddered when his cock sprang out and almost hit her face. She tried very hard not to look at it. She didn't want to look at it. She didn't want to like his cock...but she thought that she probably would. She made her best attempt at avoiding touching it so that she wouldn't end up getting attached to it. She had gotten attached to James' cock almost right away, but she'd been married to him. This was different, this was improper.

She whimpered when his fingers touched her womanhood lightly. It was the first time she'd been touched, even so lightly, in awhile. She raised her eyes to his when he asked her how many times. "Only one man," she said softly, "but...at least once a day for three months." it embarrassed her terribly to admit that. It made her sound like a whore.
 
He pushed two fingers inside of her then, her revelation making his large cock throb with anticipation. "God, you must be desperate for a man then huh? Bet you've been thinking about this since we hit the trail." He'd really hit the jackpot with this one. His fingers pumped in and out of her, feeling her walls clamp around them as they worked her body over. "Bet you learned all kinds of tricks..." He was looking forward to seeing what she knew. Forget virgins, give him a good experienced woman any day!

After a few good moments he took away his fingers, working of getting her petticoat off. It proved a bit harder, but soon enough he had it around her knees and off her feet. Now they were as naked as the day they were born and ready for an act as old as time. "Alright Lucy, you want this? he asked her as he moved his knees in between her legs, hands spreading her thighs open for him. "Just say the word and I'll stop." That was a lie of course, but he knew how much the ladies liked a man saying that.
 
Lucy couldn't believe what she'd gotten herself into. How had she ended up like this, completely nude on the ground below a man she barely knew? It was terrible, absolutely terrible. Unjustifiable in every societal way. And yet...he was right about her. She had been getting desperate for a man. She hadn't known that there could be withdrawal from sex, as she'd never had to withdraw. She'd gotten it every single day, if not more than once each day. She and James were constantly touching each other, constantly pleasing each other. And then suddenly it was all gone. Completely. She hadn't even had a hand to hold of a face to stroke. And she had learned some tricks. She knew how to please James, that was for sure. She had actually really enjoyed pleasing him with her mouth, though she knew that was something only whores really did.

When he pushed his fingers up inside of her she knew there was no going back. Her insides responded immediately, clamping down on him as if begging them not to leave, to keep her filled like that. She began moistening quickly, her body preparing itself for the penetration it knew it was going to get. Then he was in between her legs, his hands spreading her thighs apart and really exposing her pussy to him. She couldn't lie. "Y-yes...I want this," she tried to keep her arousal out of her voice, but she knew it seeped in.
 
He smirked at her, nodding to her acceptance before pushing the head of his shaft forward. The tip pressed up against her lower lips, pushing past them with agonizing slowness. He groaned out loud, heavy and masculine, as he pushed kept going inside. She was set for him, he could feel it all around him as his cock went further inside her body. No longer able to hold back he finished it off with one hard thrust, pushing almost all of him inside of her and and moaning as her tight walls enveloped him, squeezing him for all he was worth.

He didn't waste any time setting a pace, pulling back almost to the tip before thrusting back in hard. His hips started up like a piston, in and out of her hard and fast. It had been too long since he had a woman and he wasn't about to hold back any longer. "You're tight..." he grunted in her ear, one hand on her hip while the other dug into the ground next to her head. His face was right over hers as he rocked into her with all his strength. "How you feeling Lucy? This what you want? This what you needed?"
 
She was nervous when he began to push inside of her. She could feel his head stretching her pussy to fit him. He was large but not too large. Once he was fully inside of her though, it felt amazing. She knew she had missed cock, but she hadn't realized just how much. Her muscles clamped down onto his cock even harder than they had his fingers, begging and pleading with him not to leave her until she was satisfied. She couldn't help but moan when he began to thrust in and out of her. It felt so good, so good.

"Ahh..." she moaned, her nails digging into the ground on either side of her body. She bucked her hips up, her mind clouded with pleasure. For a few moments she even thought she was with James. But then she opened her eyes and knew that she wasn't. And yet, it was still amazing. "Yes," she gasped, her chest heaving as she breathed, "It's amazing," she almost couldn't believe that those words were coming out of her mouth, but it was the truth
 
He kissed her hard on her mouth after she said that, pushing his tongue past her lips and running it over her own. He kept her locked like that, kissing her hungerly while the moon shown overhead and the fire crackled beside them. He pulled back gasping and raised himself on his knees, taking her legs and spreading them wider for deeper access. He didn't have to hold back or worry about scaring her he figured, she had already tasted her share of cock. Gripping her legs and holding them he groaned out her name as he thrusted into her with abandon.

"You don't need to worry about that husband o' yours," he grunted, beads of sweat dripping down his chest in the cool desert air. "I'll be taking care of you from now on." He had already seen how useful a woman around the camp would be, as well as how she could help with their robbings. He bent down again, looking her right in the eye and whispering "wrap your legs around me."
 
At first she was afraid to kiss him back. But he was kissing her so fiercely and with such abandon that there was no way she couldn't join in on the enthusiasm. When she kissed him back though, her lips were much softer and gentler than his were, though she held equal passion. She whined high when he spread her legs opened wider, feeling him hit her even deeper. Though she wouldn't admit it to him, Billy's cock was actually larger than James' had been. It filled her more, it felt natural.

He would be taking care of her from now on? She wanted to believe him, especially after how sweet he'd been to her all day (she could barely remember the short time when he'd been forceful), but she wasn't sure if she did. Her eyes widened a little when he leaned down in her face and stared her straight in the eyes. When he commanded her, she obeyed, and wrapped her legs around him. She was extremely close to reaching her peak.
 
He felt a lighting bolt of pleasure go up his spin as she wrapped her legs around him, her walls tightening around him at the same moment. She was open and energetic and it was driving him wild. She was so soft under him he felt like he could have crushed her if he went to far but still he didn't hold back. He could feel himself growing closer and closer to climax, his balls tightening as he pounded her.

Groaning into her mouth his body tensed above her, thrusting his entire cock into her as he finally came. His cock throbbed inside of her once before releasing its load, spraying her walls with his fertile seed. With another groan his cock released two more spurts before he finally collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily with a grin on his face.
 
She came at the exact same time he did. When his cock throbbed and then spurted cum inside of her, her pussy contracted and then her orgasm exploded from within all over his cock. She moaned loudly, her back arching and her finger nails digging into the dirt even harder. She thighs squeezed him from around his waist, her chest heaved up and down heavily as he rode out her orgasm. She gasped for breath, trying to regain herself. She had missed orgasms desperately, and she admitted to herself that this had been one of her best ones so far.

But then the guilt began to set in. After a few moments her body relaxed and her legs began to open from around his waist. She breathed regularly again and she lifted her hands, trying to pick the dirt out from under her nails. Again, she wouldn't look at him. She was ashamed now.
 
Keeping inside of her he looked at her face, laughing as she tried to avoid looking at him. Pushing her hand out of the way he looked her in the eye. "I wasn't that bad was I?" he said with a grin.

"Hey! You all finished then Billy?" Otis poked his hairy face out behind a rock, the other three bandits close behind. The dirty man walked up to the two naked bodies laughing to himself. "We only left you alone fer a bit and you already got her riden' yer cock ha ha!"

Billy glared at Otis with a scowl. "You daft bastard, can't a man get a few minutes with a soft body after getting himself off. Jesus Christ..."

Otis didn't drop is smile. "You finished?"

Billy let out a sigh and pulled himself off of Lucy, brushing the oaf off. "Yeah yeah, you guys can have your fun now." Standing up he brushed the dirt off his body, looking giving Lucy a smile as the other men moved in. "You didn't expect to not to repay my friends did you?"
 
She opened her mouth to answer him, to say no he wasn't that bad, but Otis had shown himself from behind the rock before the could say anything. Her face drained of the color Billy had put there when the other bandits revealed themselves. Had they been behind that rock the entire time? Had...had Billy swindled her? She sat up when he got off of her and immediately grabbed her dress, pulling it up to shield herself from prying eyes.

Her mouth dropped open when Billy asked her that question like it was a simple fact. She furrowed her brows at him in disbelief, "What? They didn't do anything! They...they just ate the food, and...and..." she couldn't believe that he was smiling at her like that, like she should just accept this.
 
Otis grinned at her. "Now she's an ungrateful one ain't she! After it was my rabbit she went on cooking! Ha ha!"

Another man came up behind him. He was as skinny-looking fella who, on a closer look, was wearing an old, dirtied up confederate jacket with the patches torn off. "Shut yer trap. I don't give a damn what she is as long as I get a go at that tight cunny of hers. Is she tight Billy?"

Billy looked over from putting on his pants. "Yeah and she's sensitive too Johny, so don't worry about her lying there like a cold fish." He said it with the same friendly tone he had used on her just a few minutes ago, like he was talking with a friend over a game of cards.

Otis moved up and grabbed at her dress, yanking it from her hands and smelling the blue fabric. "Mmm, like a lady!" He laughed again and moved in, grabbing her legs and pulling her towards him before galling to his knees and pawing at her breasts. Johny moved in behind her, his shaky hands already undoing his belt as he looked over her nude flesh.
 
Lucy screamed when Otis tore the dress away from her. She drew her legs up around her and was about to wrap her arms around them when he grabbed one of her legs and yanked her towards him roughly over the dirt. She felt a rock slice up along her back, the dirt mingling in with her cut. She whimpered and tears welled up in her eyes as he knelt in front of her and started to touch her.

She pushed out her hands against his dirty chest in an attempt to make him get away from her. "No! No! You...I don't want you!" she shrieked, turning her head and looking up at Billy in an attempt for support. "Why are you doing this?" she whimpered, nearly heart broken that he would be so nonchalant about this.
 
Billy sighed as he finished zipping up his pants. Picking up his hat he brushed it off put it on before walking over to her and bending down to face her. "Now darling I hate to see you so upset, really I do. Just that...well we're bad men. Really bad men." Re reached into his pocket and pulled out a rolled up scrape of paper. It had obviously been through some rough times and unrolling it revealed it to be a wanted posted with Billy "Gravestone" Jones picture clearly drawn. "So my advice to you is just enjoy it. You certainly had some fun with me didn't ya?"

She wasn't given much chance to respond as Johny grabbed her by the hair and jerked her face right into his crotch. His pants were around his knees and his cock was already growing hard. "Now I want you to suck on that like a good little whore, you here me?" He didn't hold back anything, not giving a damn if she was scared or not. He wasn't the only one though, as Otis was still drooling over her breasts as the other two men sat on their asses watching and waiting for their turn.
 
She almost didn't believe what Billy was saying to her. They were bad men? How could he possibly be bad when he'd saved her in the middle of a desert and -- oh. That was exactly why he was bad. He'd picked her up in the desert, made her feel safe, and then fucked her. It was classic, how had she possibly fallen for that? Because she was depressed. She missed her husband, and he'd made her feel like she was wanted again. He'd tricked her into giving herself to him, and it'd worked. She'd even told him it was amazing.

Now she was angry. Her depression and sorrow still lingered, but anger was her dominant emotion now. She pulled her face as far away as she could with Johnny still holding on to her hair when he jerked her head around. "No! No you filthy bastard! I'll bite it off if you put it in my mouth! Let me go!" she screamed, putting all of her effort into fighting them off. She wasn't going to give in to this the way she'd given in to Billy.
 
Johny gripped her hair tighter and slapped her across the face leaving a large red mark over her cheek. "You little bitch, this not good enough for ya? You were moaning like a saloon whore just a little while ago. Filhy cunt!" He threw her to the ground and gestured to Otis. "Get this bitch on her knees like a dog." Otis nodded and grabbed her legs while Johny took her arms. The two of them kept tight grips on the thrashing gril, flipping her over and pushing her face first on the dirt.

"All right," Johny told her with a snarl, "I'm getting me some action tonight from one of your holes, and if you don't want to play nice I'll get it from another. And believe me, with Otis taking your pussy that leaves only one." He jerked her face forward again by the hair, his cock slapping against her cheek. Behind her Otis could be heard undoing his pants, clutching at her asscheeks and laughing .
 
Lucy's neck twisted to the side painfully when the man slapped her. She felt her neck crack and sting, the welt on her face growing and burning. The tears that had welled up in her eyes spilled over now, streaming down her face and making a dirty puddle on the dusty ground. She still tried to fight them when they grabbed her limbs and flipped her over, her face crashing into the ground.

Why was this happening to her? What had she done to deserve this torture? She cried out with Johny grabbed hold of her hair again and yanked her face up, his cock slapping against her cheek in degradation. She was going to threaten biting him again, especially after he'd called her a saloon whore, but this threat came first. That changed her mind. Since she had to do this, she would much rather suck him off than have him up her ass. "Okay, okay!" she whimpered, trying to jerk her ass cheeks away from Otis' hands. She opened her mouth, hesitated a moment, and then moved her face so that she could take the head of Johny's cock into her mouth.
 
"Ohh..." Johny groaned out loud as Lucy took the head of his cock in her mouth. But even with the pleasure she was giving him he kept his scowl on his face. "God, you've done this before haven't you? Yeah, I know a whore when I see one..." Gripping her hair he shoved her face down in his cock, forcing it all the way into the back of her throat and feeling the tremors go down his leg as her mouth spasmed around him. "So fucking hot and wet, fuck...!"

Meanwhile Otis had unbuckled his pants and had taken out is own cock and was slapping it against Lucy's ass cheeks. He had stopped laughing by this point but now was breathing heavily as he held Lucy's back in his dirty hands. Without waiting another second he pressed himself against her wet cunt, still fresh from being used by Billy. He felt her unwilling body take him in and bit his lip, glad they had taken the little woman with them.

All this time Billy was standing off to the side putting his shirt back on. There didn't seem to be any regret in his eyes. After all, this was what happened out west.
 
Her face flushed again when he said that she'd done this before. She had done it before, many many times. Was it that obvious? She knew that women who considered themselves societal and dignified didn't take their husband into their mouthes, but Lucy wasn't that. She was just a country woman, and she loved her husband. And she knew he really liked it when she did that, so she did it for him often. She didn't enjoy it so much now that it was a bandit forcing his cock down her throat. She choked and gagged when he forced her face down, her throat trying to throw him up, contracting around his length.

She shrieked when she felt Otis' cock slide into her, still wet from her encounter with Billy. She curled her toes and tensed her muscles in an attempt to stop insides from reacting to anything he did to her. She thought that maybe if she tried hard enough, she could counter her body's natural reaction to a cock inside of her. She glanced over at Billy again, the tears still streaming down her face. He didn't look at her, but he didn't look ashamed either. He even looked a little proud. That made the anger boil inside of her. She thought that perhaps she might be able to get through this, except that there were two more men waiting.
 
Johny wasn't going to be able to hold it back for long, his balls ready to explode it had been so long since he had a woman. "God-damn fucking whore," he groaned out, "cock-sucking bitch, you're nothing but a dirty slut..." he thrust his hard cock over her tongue and down her throat, swearing at her through gritted teeth. He loved dominating a woman like this, watching the tears fall an slapping them around. It got him hard, really hard. He was going to fuck this bitch every night and listen to her beg for mercy. By the time he was through with her she'd be nothing but a worn-out piece of meat. "You're going to swallow my load you got that? You're going to drink every last drop you understand me?!"

Otis slapped her ass again and kept up the pave, his belt buckle jingling back and forth around his ankles as he fucked her like a bitch in heat. "God Billy, I like it when you warm 'em up for me. Nice and wet this one." He licked hips lips as he watched his meat disappear into her warm, wet body. "She's wet as a river. Maybe we can make some money on the side off a her."
 
Lucy screamed in protest when she heard Billy say that they might make on the side off of her. She was not going to let them prostitute her out. She owed them nothing. If they even went near a town she would bolt from them as quickly as she possibly could. She could barely stand what she was going through now. Being hooked out would be damn near impossible for her to live through, and there was no justification for it. If these men thought she was going to stay with them longer than she absolutely had to, they were out of their dirty minds.

She really hated it when they used derogatory terms to describe her. Her husband had said dirty things some times, but they'd always been affectionate. None of this was affectionate. At all. It was meant to degrade her, meant to make her feel bad. And yet, there was no reason for her to feel bad. They'd forced this upon her, she didn't deserve it. Lucy choked every time Johny shoved his cock into her throat, fighting the overwhelming urge to bite him. She knew that if she did he would just try to shove it up her ass, which would be a lot worse. She nodded weakly when he demanded that she swallow his load. She couldn't refuse him, that much she knew.
 
Johny yanked hard on her hair, pushing himself all the way and hitting the back of her throat as he came in white hot spurts. He groaned out to the night sky as he released himself inside her mouth, his cum splashing inside as he forced her to drink it down without giving a damn whether she wanted it or not. As his hips spasmed in orgasm the next man in line got up from his seat and made his way over. Finally Johny's orgasmic high dwindled and his cock softened in her mouth. Pulling it out aloung with a trail of their mixed juices he backed off the next one give her a try, muttering "fucking whore..." as he walked off to button his pants.

The next bandit to have a turn with her was a large man, about as large as Billy and looking just as dangerous as the others. He was different though in two ways. The first was the silent, stone face he held almost at all times. This was attributed to the large scar on his throat, rendering him mute and his own reserved personality. The second was that he was an Indian, the only one in the gang. He looked down at Lucy's tear-stained face, brimming with anger and fear, and showed no emotion whatsoever. All he did was undo his pants, pull out his large, hard cock and offer it towards her. He knew she didn't have the choice to resist.
 
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