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Chapter 2: The Acquisition
He was riding his horse through the lower foothills of the mountains. Trailing him was his pack horse upon which was draped a superb deer. It had been shot three times and each impact had done tremendous damage to the animal. As he neared a little used, one-lane vehicle path he came upon a car with a flat tire. Just beginning to change the tire were two beautiful ladies. They smiled broadly when they saw him approaching since they assumed they would now have some help with this tedious job. Their smiles diminished as they saw the dead animal on his pack horse. Their smiles than turned completely to frowns and their eyes widened as he pulled the Browning automatic shotgun from its sheath and leveled it directly at them. He told them to look at the dead animal. He explained that he used shotgun slugs and they did tremendous damage upon impact as evidenced by the deer’s corpse.
He then said, “You have two choices, take off all of your clothes or join the deer!”
They were thunderstruck! At first their eyes shifted from right to left as they each calculated their chances of escaping.
He said, “Don’t even think of it cunts! I could drop each of you before you got five steps.”
They looked at each other, at his poker face, and finally at the huge 12 gauge opening that was pointed directly at them. With a look of hopeless resolution on both of their faces, they immediately began shedding their clothes. Even this action was an interesting study in contrasts. Simone stripped quickly and simply tossed everything behind her in a heap. Patricia, on the other hand, was quite methodical. She folded each piece and placed them in a neat stack on the hood of the car.
When naked, they were a sight to behold!
Simone was a six foot-plus beauty with sandy hair – both on her head and her pussy. Her pussy hair was quite well trimmed and tightly curled. Her tits were huge and her nipples and aureoles were proportionately as big. Her tummy was completely flat. Her legs were perfect with firm, shapely thighs. Pussy lips peaked out invitingly from her cunt hair.
Patricia was equally beautiful in a totally different way. She was 5’10” tall. Her hair and eyes were coal black. Her olive skin betrayed her Hispanic blood. Her lips were naturally full and pouty. Her tits seemed small compared to Simone’s. Yet the Spanish tits were actually C cups and quite shapely. Her nipples were actually quite tiny but they were becoming erect as the open air blew gently across them. Her stomach, too, was quite flat with an incredibly deep navel. Her pussy hair was a disheveled jungle of long wavy, black, erotic hair. Her thighs were the equal of Simone’s in shape and firmness.
They were both, simply put, beautiful and overwhelmingly sexy. He was a connoisseur of bitches. He had trained – and broken – many. And these were as good as any he had seen. He now wished that LardAss were with him to enjoy these new captives. She was equally as ferocious and innovative as he. However, he knew she was being well entertained by the stable of cunts he had left behind for her to enjoy.
David’s mount was a steed he had acquired from the Minneapolis Mounted Police. It was used to control people without injuring them. With a signal from its rider, the horse slowly walked sideways and forced the two girls up against the side of their car. They misunderstood and thought they were to be smashed. They both began screaming at the top of their lungs. David noted that Simone’s mouth was the largest and widest open so, holding the shotgun in the crook of one arm; he quickly pushed the end of the shotgun barrel into this opening. Simone gurgled as she tasted blue steel. Patricia opened her mouth even louder to let out a louder yell. She had not noticed that from somewhere David had taken a lariat in his free hand. He dropped the loop over Patricia’s head and as it settled on her shoulders he yanked hard and quick and the loop began tightening around her neck. As it became quite tight her breathing, and hence her scream, was suddenly shut down. Her eyes bulged as she longed for oxygen.
He now told both of them, “One sound and you’re both dead – right here – right now – forever!”
To test their understanding he slowly removed the gun barrel from the mouth and let slack ride in the rope. Not a sound! The first victory!
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