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

Lucy gagged on Johny's cock repeatedly as he shoved it deeper and deeper into her throat. Her throat heaved, attempting to throw up his length, to expel it from her throat. Instead she got liquid forced down her throat and into her stomach. His hot sticky seed flowed down her throat, forcing her to contract in swallowing motions. It was disgusting. Granted, almost all of his seed missed her tongue, but what did hit it was hot and unusually potent. She coughed and gasped for breath once he'd walked away, her chest wheezing from the lack of air.

All the while, Otis was still at her from behind. Strangely enough she'd been able to ignore him for the most part, and the difficulty she'd had with Johny had kept her body from reacting in a way she didn't want it to to Otis' efforts. Her pussy still tightened on him every once in awhile, but she was no where near orgasm and didn't think she ever would be. Lucy looked up at the Indian man as he approached her. She blinked at him a couple of times, trying to evaluate him. He was silent and seemingly emotionless, but he was Indian. Somehow he was less terrible than all the others because he was Indian, she didn't know exactly why. She opened her mouth again when he offered his cock to her, though her throat burned already. She wrapped her lips around him, his large cock forcing them to stretch a little, and she began to suck on him, telling him wordlessly that she wasn't going to give him a fight.
 
Only a minute after the Indian had claimed her mouth Otis pulled himself out of her warm snatch and started jerking off over her ass, seconds later coming over her back in long, thin stripes. He grinned and panted over her, letting the last of his cum drip from his tip and down her sides. He liked marking a girl that way, thought it was better. Of course, Otis wasn't quite right in the head, that was sure. "How is she Joe?" he asked the Indian, his real name not known to the group, "she nice and wet."

Joe didn't respond, staying silent and keeping his eyes on Lucy as her soft, pink lips moved back and forth over his cock slowly. He didn't grip her hair hard, instead running his fingers through it softly. He liked the feel of her, liked how she felt under his palm.

Otis fell back on the ground, content and staring up at the stars. Of course the last one up wasn't about to wait another minute for her and kicked him out of the way, sending the chubby man slinking off and pulling up his pants. "Jesus Coyote, I'm going I'm going!" Otis snapped as he moved.

He was skinny-looking and had three scars going across his face from what looked like an animal attack. He was the newest member of the gang and on the bottom rung of the ladder, but that didn't mean he wasn't just as bad. He ran his hands over her asscheeks, avoiding Otis's seed and spreading her to take a better look. "I like a girl like you. Tight....wonder how tight...?" His finger pressed against her used pussy, moving up to press into her asshole. "Tight...real tight..."

"Knock that off!" Billy snapped at him. "Less you want her to bite Joe's dick off. Do it normal."

Coyote shrugged and whipped out his hardon. Without any more fanfare he shoved into her and started pounding hard and fast. He wasn't out to make this last, he wanted his quick release.
 
She found little comfort in the fact that Otis was done except that there was only one other man left and this whole ordeal would probably be over with soon. She kept her eyes on the Indian's face, who she know knew was called Joe (at least by the other gang members). He was gentle, and she liked that. He seemed to be genuinely gentle, opposed to Billy who obviously put on a front. Joe was an Indian though, and that meant he definitely had a mean streak. If he didn't, he would be with this group of bandits and he wouldn't have a scar that undoubtedly left him mute. Still...he was gentle.

She bobbed her head up and down on him a little faster, taking care to give him more pleasure than she'd actively given Johny. She rubbed her tongue against his underside softly, taking as much of his large cock into her mouth as she could. She was suddenly interrupted by the feel of the last man's finger on her ass. She nearly screamed, but Billy had shouted and the man had moved his finger away quickly enough that she didn't have to.

She felt barely anything when the last man, Coyote, pushed inside of her. That part of her seemed to be so numb with use right now that she hardly registered the fact that he was inside of her. She pondered the fact that Billy had told Coyote to stay away from her ass hole. Part of her wanted to be grateful, but another part just wanted to stomp Billy's face in.
 
Joe let out a murmur of pleasure, the only real sound he could make to show he was enjoying himself. His face didn't change much, save for how he closed his eyes and let her do the work. His left hand moved over her face, gliding over her cheek as if to prove she was real. He liked how soft she was.

Behind her all good thing must come to and end. Coyote wasn't one to draw things out and with five minutes was coming hard inside of her. He hardly made a noise, the muscles going tense as he gripped her hard and shot his load into her. Before the minute was up he had pulled away and was slinking off to the fire. The others didn't say anything to him after that, knowing Coyote being a bit of a loner as well as an odd man out.

While Joe got his reward for the night Otis came over to Billy who was sitting on a rock, sharpening his knife and thinking to himself. "So Billy, what's the plan then?"

Billy didn't look up but replied "I'm thinking we'll travel up to Scorched Earth, the town a few days ride from here." Scorched Earth was an known for being a lawless town around these parts, known for dealing in all sorts of illegal businesses where money could buy you most anything. It went without saying a young girl had no place their expect in a saloon. "We'll take her aloung with us. She's good company."
 
Lucy was more than glad when Coyote finished his business and went on his way. She could finally relax some. She let her bottom sink to the ground and scooted closer to Joe, sitting up on her knees. She quickened her pace on him, closing her eyes for a moment too when his big hand ran over her cheek. He was so gentle, it was strange. He was a huge and intimidating Indian, how could he possibly be so gentle with a small white woman who'd been turned into a whore? She wanted him to get his pleasure, she felt like he deserved it.

Scorched Earth. Lucy'd obviously never been there but she'd heard a lot about it. It was far from here, or so Billy said. She hoped she could run away before they even got near there. Once they were in Scorched Earth she was sure that at least one of them would try to pimp her out. How they expected to make her do that, she wasn't sure. Hopefully they wouldn't even get the opportunity to try.
 
Joe liked this one. The other white girls he's been with, paid or otherwise, always seemed to take offense at having to fuck an Indian man. She was going out of her way to please him though, and even though they were forcing her into it he was grateful. He groaned, a off pitch sound from his scar, as his hand tightened a bit around her hair. He wasn't sure if she would like what came next, but there was something he loved doing to women so she would have to go aloung with it. Pulling out of her he jerked himself once before he came on her face. The sperm hit her cheeks, hair, and some landed in her mouth. He cracked a small smile seeing her like that, satisfied at the job she had done.

"All right then, you finished?" Billy asked him. "Time to put her down for the night." He pulled out a length of rope. "We'll tie her up so she can't get away and take rotations for the watch tonight."
 
Lucy wasn't entirely thrilled when Joe pulled out of her mouth and came on her face. But, she figured, if any of them was going to do that she was glad that it was him. He was the one she could tolerate it from the best. She swallowed what was in her mouth, glad that Joe's cum didn't taste anything like Johny's. She was almost sad when he walked away from her, but not quite. She wiped off the rest of the cum as best she could, but she was sure there was probably still some on her face, and she knew there was some on her ass. She was filthy, and she hated it.

She heaved a small sigh and retrieved her clothes strewn around her. She began to redress herself when she heard Billy say that they'd tie her up. Her eyes widened. There went her first plan. But more than that, she just didn't want to be tied up. "You don't need to tie me up," she said bitterly, "Where am I going to run to in the dark, in the middle of the desert?"
 
Billy walked up to her, looking down on her as if he was scolding a child. "Didn't we find you wandering around, alone in the desert just this morning? It's not like you don't have a record of it." He chuckled before he grabbed her wrists and started lashing them together. He had years of experience with this, having herded and rustled cattle since he was little. Soon enough her arms were locked tight together. He pulled her over to a dead tree by the rocks, securing the rope to the base.

"Now can I trust you idiots not to get distracted by her during the watch? We need to keep a sharp eye out so no FUCKING on duty you hear?" The others mumbles something akin to a yes as they wandered to their horses and got out their blankets for the night save for Coyote who was first up.

Billy cupped Lucy's chin and gave her a smile. "Now you get a good night's sleep you hear? Maybe you and I can spend some more alone time if we get up early enough."
 
Lucy growled in protest as he chided her and tied her up despite her obviously displeasure at it. Her once high regard of Billy had sunken into a deep pit of resentment. She tried to kick him as he dragged her over to a dead tree, but it didn't really work. Her dress was going to be in shreds in a couple of days, she was positive. Then what was she going to do? Sit around stark naked?

She frowned when Billy cupped her chin and twisted her head to the side, wrenching her chin out of his grasp. She wanted to spit on him but fought that urge, aware that that would only bring her problems. Get a good night's sleep? Tied to a tree? Yeah, like that was going to happen. "Don't bet on it," she muttered irritably, drawing her legs up close to her as she tried to find some semblance of a comfortable position to attempt sleep in.
 
Billy let her curl up, figuring it would be easier just to let her be than to try and say anything else. "All right then boys, I'm calling it a night. Wake me up for my watch." Billy made way to his sleeping roll for the night, the one that happened to be just next to Lucy, just out of her reach. "Good night Miss Lucy," he told her before turning over and closing his eyes.

The rest of the group followed like suit taking to their bedding and falling asleep fairly soon. Their lusts had been stated and left them drained.
 
When the bandits had first found her, Lucy had thought she would be able to sleep in a real bed for the first time in days when they reached the town. Then later, after her experience with Billy, she thought she might at least have a warm body next to her while she slept. Instead she was haphazardly laying against a dead tree, her arms tied up to it so she couldn't even lay flat.

She didn't bother to answer Billy or even look in his general direction when he said good night to her. She closed her eyes and sighed, trying to will herself into sleeping. It took awhile, but eventually she fell into a strange dozing stage of sleep where she got some rest, but not nearly as much as she needed.
 
Things went by uneventful during the night, not that anyone was going to complain about that. Billy slept half-awake as usual, dreamless and tossing and turning. He got up for the second watch the night, keeping a sharp eye out for anyone, and then went strait back to bed. As usual, he was the first awake save for the Otis who was on duty. And also as usual he had woken up to a massive hard on the just wouldn't quite. But unlike all the other mornings he actually had a pretty little thing named Lucy to take care of that for him.

Crawling over to her half-asleep form he started pushing up her dress, smirking to himself as more and more of her skin was revealed. His hand was already unzipping himself when he froze, eye widening and turning to steel. There, on Lucy's rising chest was a large scorpion, its claws opening and closing slowly as its tail twitched. One false move would be all it took...
 
Lucy had slept moderately well throughout the night. As well as she could, anyway, for being tied to a tree, exhausted beyond any real comfort, and in captivity. She slept dreamlessly, thankfully. Sometimes she could hardly sleep at all for the terrifying images of the burning cabin that filled her mind. She'd been spared of that this night, though whether that was good or not she didn't really know. Did that mean she was forgetting her husband?

She stayed sleeping until she felt something pushing up her dress. She frowned and twitched a little, feeling something light on her chest as well. She opened her eyes about to protest to whoever was getting on top of her when she saw the scorpion standing there. All of the blood drained from her face and she whimpered, every single muscle in her body freezing. She was scared. But then she had a thought...what if she let it sting her? Then she would die. And be with her husband. Was...was that worth being stung by a giant scorpion?
 
Billy was completely still, his hands held out over her body but not within range of the scorpions strike. He saw Lucy open her eyes and thankfully freeze rather than scream out loud, that would only agitate the thing. Billy mouthed out to her "Don't move" as he readied himself, knowing one false move could mean death for someone.

Fast as a jackrabbit Billy's hand shot out and smacked the thing away, sending it flying through the air and landing in the dust a few feet away. Truthfully, hitting it with his bare hand had been a stupid idea but he didn't have mush chance to grab anything else. Not missing a beat Billy shot up after it and with a resounding 'crunch' slammed his boot down on the deadly critter. He brought it down several more times for good measure, leaving a pile of scorpion guts on the dry desert ground.

He let out a sigh and brushed the sweat from his forehead before turning to Lucy, bending down and looking her over. "You ok? That thing sting you anywhere?"
 
She jumped only slightly when Billy smacked the scorpion away with his hand. A piece of her sank into the ground. Now the scorpion couldn't kill her. She'd have to live on with these bandits. Billy would undoubtedly expect even more enthusiasm from her because technically, he'd just saved her life. She sat up some and drew her legs up closer to her, realizing now that her dress was almost all the way up her thighs. She frowned and tried to move her hands before she remembered that she was tied to the tree.

She sighed and shook her head, "No. It didn't sting me anywhere. You killed it before it got the chance..." she had a weird tone to her voice, and there definitely wasn't any gratitude there. She wasn't sure if she would have actually done something to make the scorpion sting her, but she probably wouldn't have done anything to stop it.
 
The tone of her voice struck Billy, recognizing it from people he'd met in life. Frowning, he took her chin and forced her to look up at him, letting her go when he had her attention. "My brother got stung by a scorpion once. Happened in the night, next morning he was all bloated and red. Took him a couple painful hours to die." He snorted, annoyed to be having to give such a talk. "Get your chin up and walk it off. This is your lot in life so deal with it and learn to enjoy it. You certainly did with me last night."

Now that the danger had passed Billy found his hardon was back with a vengeance. Smirking at the thought of last night he reached out for her chest, pushing aside her torn dress to take a feel of her ample bosom. "I better check to make sure he didn't sting you now. You sure it didn't get ya?"
 
"I'll never enjoy you again. Not after what you made me do afterwards." she seethed at him, all of her anger from the night before finally coming to a head. "And I don't see how I can possibly walk anything else, when I'm tied to a tree!"! she growled at him, her teeth gritting inside of her mouth. She wanted to just kick the shit out of him, but she knew that she couldn't. Her legs wouldn't do much to hit him in the position she was in, and she doubted that she could really do much damage just by kicking him anyway.

This was her lot in life? Please. She highly doubted that God had decided that she should be a bandit gang's whore for the rest of her life. "Maybe next time I'll go out of my way to let the thing sting me. I'd rather take hours to die then even spend one more second with you." she spat at him bitterly.
 
"Now now, don't be like that." Even now Billy was still acting like a gentleman, using a soothing voice even as he started forcing himself upon her. "You shouldn't talk like that. A man's liable to worry about ya." Pushing open her dress he cupped her breasts, smirking to himself. "This is just what men a women do. They fuck. Just go with it."

Grabbing her wrists with his strong hands he undid the knot around them, freeing them only because he gave him easier access to her breasts. Pushing her flat on the ground and holding her hands in his vice-like grip he smirked at her before moving down to her breasts. "So you lay there like a good woman and let me enjoy myself."
 
"Fine," she seethed, doing her best to wrench her wrists out of his grasp, but at the same time aware that the only reason he let them go was to get at her breasts. She rubbed her wrists warily, looking at the dark red marks around them from having spent the entire night that way. Those marks would be there for days, and that was only if he didn't tie her up again. If he did the marks would stay longer and get worse until she had cuts all the way around both her wrists.

"I'll just be a cold fish. Just the way you like it." she was trying to ignore his false genteel manner. He was faking it one hundred percent, she knew that now. She groaned when he pushed her flat on the ground, a rock hitting her back. She clasped her hands together and set them on her stomach, tilting her head back a little to look at the sky as she prepared to ignore him.
 
"That's my girl." Billy chuckled as she lay there. So she was going to play the cold fish hm? Billy loved a challenge, and though he wasn't a good person by his own admission he liked the idea of her squirming around him. He was going to get a reaction from her, whether she wanted it or not.

He let his fingers trace the underside of her breast lightly, moving over it just a hair and circling her nipple. He could feel the goosebumps start to rise involuntarily because of the early morning, but he was after a bit more of a reaction. Lowering his mouth over he he licked the pink bud. "This parts a little red, could be a scorpion sting. Better suck the poison out." He laughed at his own joke before suckling on the nipple, rolling in tongue over it as she lay under him.
 
That's my girl? Lucy was many things, but one thing she most definitely not was Billy's girl. It made her angry just to know that he would call her that, to think he had some kind of ownership of her. Dead or not, she was James' girl. Always. Even with all of this happening, she still belonged to him, and definitely not Billy. She felt the goosebumps rise on her skin as the cool morning air rolled over her exposed flesh and hoped that Billy didn't think her skin was doing that because he was touching her.

And then he started to tease her purposely. She knew he was just saying the bit about the possible scorpion bite to have a reason to suck her nipple, as if he needed a reason. He'd do it even if God himself told him not to. She tried to ignore his suckling, but her nipple inevitably hardened from the attention and she couldn't help but shiver lightly when he rolled his tongue over it. She squirmed a little bit, anxiously, now becoming angry at herself that she was falling for this again.
 
That's it, Billy thought, come on now. He could tell she was feeling his touches but fighting him all the way. But he could be patient, so or now all he did was tease her lightly, suckling her hardened nipple and flicking it with his tongue. After a moment he bit down on it lightly, not enough to draw blood but enough for her to feel it. His other hand grasped her free breasts, rolling over and bringing her other nipple to hardness.

Pulling his lips free he started to slowly move towards the vally of her cleavage, moving down and tasting her skin. He was going agonizingly slow, but it would be worth it to hear her cry out.
 
And eventually, she did cry out. His attention on her breast was impossible to ignore, and his light bite nearly sent her over the edge. She began to squirm more, her hands balling up into fists again, but this time from anxiousness rather than disgust. She'd started out being completely dry, completely unwilling, but now she knew her pussy was quickly moistening and her skin had grown hot. She wanted him, again. She couldn't deny it anymore.

When he began to kiss down the valley of her cleavage she finally couldn't hold it in anymore and she moaned, her back arching as her body begged for more. "Ahh, damn it!" she muttered to herself as she realized just how horny she was now. The worst part was that she knew what he could do to her, she knew what kind of orgasm he could give her, and she was craving that again.
 
Her moan was music to his ears as he trailed down her chest, pushing up her dress before hovering over her pussy. The only obstacle was her petticoat, but he could make out the thin trail of wetness through the worn fabric. His hands made their way to pull them down and reveal her glistening sex and he clenched his teeth, his cock ready to tear its way out of his pants. But not yet, he had a point to make.

Running a finger up her slit he brought it up to show her own juices on the tip. "Well well, looks like I struck a well. You're a regular nympho ain't ya Lucy?" He pushed his finger back inside, moving in and out slowly and getting her hotter and wetter for him. At the very last second he pulled out, taking his hands off her and leaning over her like a spider does with helpless prey. "Since you were so against me touching you I suppose I'll just leave you here like this. Would hate to do anything you didn't want."
 
Lucy could not believe the degree to which she was aroused right now. He'd really barely done anything to her. The majority of what he'd done was tease, and that had obviously worked strongly in his favor and strongly against her. She gasped softly when he pulled her petticoat off of her, the cool morning air kissing her wet pussy. She whimpered in arousal when he ran his finger up her slit, her hips fighting to buck, but she wouldn't let them. A nympho. That's what James used to call her. She couldn't really deny it, she was a nympho. Lucy loved sex, it was obvious by how easily and quickly Billy'd been able to get her hot for him.

She closed her eyes for a couple of moments as he fingered her, her insides clenching down on him. His fingering her felt good, really good, but she still wanted more. Her body was passed that stage already. It wanted his cock. Then suddenly he wasn't touching her at all. Her eyes flew open and she looked up at him as he hovered over her, her chest rising and falling quickly as she breathed. She whimpered again, shaking her head, unable to control what came out of her mouth. "No! I, I want this. I want you to touch me...please! I'll...I'll be good, I promise."
 
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