Wild Child

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Mary, I had made the decision to stop calling her Wild Child, was limp in my arms as I carried her back to the house. Stopping at the truck, I balanced her awkwardly with one arm as I opened the door and grabbed some pigging ropes from behind the seat. Pigging ropes are small diameter ropes about 6’ long that are used to tie the legs of calves together during branding. They would work just fine for keeping a teen age girl in place while she recovered and I got my chores done.

I flipped open the screen door, holding it open with my hip, and carried my semi conscious cargo through the door and into the house. Walking into the bedroom, I placed her in the center of my bed. I took one of the pigging ropes and quickly tied her wrists together and secured them to the headboard above her. Mary put up no resistance as I tied

her ankles to opposite corners of the footboard. Stretched in such helpless position, I couldn’t resist running my hand down her lean body. Mary flinched as my fingers passed over the whip marks, but didn’t try to avoid my touch. I stroked the back of my hand over her swollen nipples, causing her to gasp and twist her hips. I thought to myself that, maybe, she had given in and that the treatment that she had received in the barn had taken the hellcat out of her.

I got her a glass of water from the kitchen and slid my hand behind her blonde curls to prop her head up so that she could drink. She drank about half of the glass and then nodded that she had enough.

Placing her head back down on the pillow, I said. “I’ve got work to do. You get some rest and I’ll be back to the house about dark.”

Mary nodded and closed her eyes in exhaustion. I quickly checked her hands and feet to make sure that her bindings were not tight enough to cut off circulation and headed out the door.

I walked over to the barn and gathered up Mary’s boots and clothes, throwing them in the tack room as I grabbed my saddle and bridle. I glanced at my watch and realized that it was nearly noon and I hadn’t gotten any work done yet.

I quickly saddled my favorite roan mare and headed to the northeast section of the ranch. I had 50 cow/calf pairs that I needed to get to the coral for vaccinations and branding of the calves.

The heat was shimmering off the west Texas plains and each step the animal made caused a little puff of dust to rise from the hoof print. I road nearly a mile to the section where the cattle were. As I rode, I thought about the mornings events. I thought of the beautiful young filly that I had to have destroyed and the beautiful young girl that I was attempting to redeem.

I as arrived at the pasture, I dismounted to open the gate and saw the other hellcat in my life. Cow #348, her ear tag number, stood in the middle of the pasture with her head and ears held high. She was a cantankerous bitch who I had threatened to sell many times. I don’t know why I kept her; maybe it was for the sense of humility that she always instilled in me. It’s good for a man to have a challenging opponent to match wits with. Today would be another round in our continuing series of battles.

Leaving the gate open, I mounted the roan and began to ride a slow easy circle around the herd, so as to get behind them a start pushing them towards the open gate. #348 saw what I was up to and immediately charged off into a nearby brushy draw, the other 99 cows and calves following close behind.

“SHIT”, I cursed to myself as I nudged my horse into a trot and we dived off into the brush after them.

For the next four hours, I attempted to root the cattle out of the draw. I choked on dust and mesquite thorns tore at my flesh, as I chased the cattle. Then, as quickly as it began, it was over. #348 decided that she had enough fun for one day. She ran up out of the draw and led the other cattle through the gate and headed in a bee line for the barn. I eased along behind the herd, examining the rips in my shirt and in my flesh, as I beat the dust from my clothes.

Mary Katherine had fallen fast asleep as soon as I left the house and slept for several hours. She dreamt constantly of the morning’s sufferings, flinching and moaning as she relived each lash in her dream state.  Suddenly her eyes shot open and she tried to sit up, only to be stopped by the ropes. She instantly realized that it had not all been a dream and she was still my captive. She was determined to escape and began to tugging to test her bindings. In hindsight, I had made a mistake in leaving the rope binding her wrists loose enough to insure good circulation. The girl began twisting her hands trying to squeeze her hands through the loops, as the rope abraded her skin. After about an hour of struggling, she managed to wrench one hand free. She sat up in the bed and tried to sooth the raw skin on her wrists, before untying her ankles.

She quickly jumped out of the bed and not finding her own clothes, grabbed one of my plaid work shirts. The shirt hung down to her knees and she had to roll up the sleeves to uncover her hands.  She glanced out the door to make sure that I was nowhere in sight, before she bolted out the door and headed barefoot across the pasture for home.

I was nearly a quarter mile away when I saw her run from the yard and across the pasture. I quickly spurred the mare to full gallop and soon had nearly closed the distance. As I neared the girl, I unlashed my lariat from the saddle and worked out a large loop. Mary was running as fast as she could, frantically looking back over her shoulder as I approached. I threw a loop on the ground in front of her and with a quick flick of the wrist; I had captured both of her ankles. The girl dived face first on the ground as the rope jerked tight. I baled off the horse and was quickly on her. I pulled my shirt off of her and pushed her face down, mashing her firm breasts into the rocky ground, and tied her wrists behind her back. I removed the lariat from her ankles and placed it snuggly around her neck. Without saying a word, I remount the horse and began walking back to the house. As she sat naked on the ground, she saw the slack in the rope being taken up and quickly scrambled to her feet and jogged along behind cursing me.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH, YOU’D BETTER LET ME GO RIGHT NOW!”

Just then, she stumbled and fell to the ground. I dragged her a few feet by her neck before stopping and letting her regain her footing.

“YOU BASTARD, YOU’RE GOING TO KILL ME!”

Getting tired of her mouth, I dismounted and took the dirty, sweaty bandana from around my neck and walked back to the girl. Mary saw that I intended to gag her and clamped her mouth shut. She quickly reconsidered her move when I approached her and reached out for one of her tender nipples. The memory of my crushing her nipple between my thumb and forefinger earlier that day compelled her to open her mouth and accept the gag.

With quiet restored, I climbed back astride of the mare and we continued back to the house. I kept the horse’s pace such that Mary had to jog the entire way. By the time we got back to the barn, the girl’s feet were getting very tender from the running and jogging over the rocky ground.

When we reached the barn, I led Mary back into the wash stall and threw the lasso over the beam above her and tied it off so that any movement would constrict the loop around her neck. I guess Mary thought that I was going to hang her, because her eyes got as big as saucers and she began screaming around the gag.

“SHUT UP”, I yelled as I backhanded her across the face.

Mary reeled from the blow and lost her balance, momentarily hanging herself. Her eyes bulged and her feet clawed at the slick wet floor. After a few seconds, she was able to get her feet back under her and take the tension off the rope. Gasping, she stood perfectly still as she watched me walk over and fill the bucket and get the scrub brush.

“Girl, I just got you cleaned up and then you go rolling in the dirt again.” I said as I grabbed the brush and began scrubbing the sweat crusted dirt off her body. Mary emitted a series of squeaks and squeals as I scrubbed her body back to a glowing pink. After getting all of the dirt broken loose, I turned on the hose and rinsed her clean with the cold water.

I was a filthy mess myself, so I stripped down and grabbed a rag and bar of soap. I wetted myself down with the hose, which felt good after a hot dusty afternoon, and washed off the layer of sweat and grime that I had accumulated. Not having a towel at hand, I shook the water off the best I could and slipped on my boots and hat.

I untied the lariat from the wall and loosened the loop from around Mary’s neck. I warned the girl not to move as I bent down, wrapping my arm around the backs of her thighs, I threw her over my shoulder. Grabbing my clothes off the side of the stall we headed back to the house.

I’m sure it was quite a sight. A naked cowboy, except for boots and hat, carrying a naked bound girl across the yard, but luckily, there was no one around to see it. I guess privacy is one of the best things about living in the middle of nowhere.

I carried Mary into the house and flopped her down on the bed with her hands still tied behind her. I again tied her ankles, only this time, I tied them together to the top of the footboard with her feet hanging over the edge.

“I thought that you had learned your lesson and we could have some fun tonight.” I said as I bent down and pulled my belt free from my jeans.

“Instead, you decided to try and run off.” I said as I doubled the belt over in my hand.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to make sure that you don’t run anywhere for a while.”

“SLAPPPPPP”, I brought the belt down across the soles of her bare feet.

“EEEEEEEEIIIIIIGGGGGGGGHHHHHH”, Mary screamed and twisted in pain.

“SLAPPPPP”, I again brought the belt down with all of my might.

Mary thrashed uncontrollably on the bed as her body struggled to deal with the agony that radiated from the bottoms of her feet.

“SLAPPPPP”

“EEEEEEEEIIIIIIGGGGGGGHHHHHHH”

“SLAPPPPP”

”EEEEEEEEEIIIIIIGGGGGGGHHHHHH”

“SLAPPPPP”

“EEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH”

I don’t know how many times I slashed her feet with the belt. I just know that I didn’t stop until I was out of breath and the soles of the girls feet were covered with purple blood blisters.

I fell back into the chair by the bed as Mary sobbed uncontrollably, still twisting and turning from the pain.

After I had caught my breath and the girl had settled down a little, I got out of the chair and untied her bruised and battered feet. With her legs free, she drew herself in to a ball and continued to quietly sob.

My erect cock bobbed in front of me as I shuffled around to the side of the bed. I leaned over the bed, grabbing her legs and spun her around a quarter of a turn so that she lay sideways across the bed with her hips at the edge.

“I promised myself some of your young pussy earlier and I think its time to try it.” I said as I threw her legs over my shoulders and lined my dick up with tight hole. A few tentative prods at her hole proved that she was quite dry. I pulled my hips back and spat on the head of my cock and tried again. The extra lubrication was enough to at least get me inside her tight hole. Slowly but surely I began to saw in and out of her pussy, gaining a little depth with every stroke. Soon, her juices started flowing and I began to slide in and out with more ease.

I drew back and with one long steady stroke, I buried myself to the hilt. Suddenly Mary’s eyes shot wide open and a scream escaped from around the gag.

“Shit” I thought to myself, “She screams like a virgin”.

Then it hit me, she was a virgin. All of those pimple faced boys around the country side were lying when they told their tales about fucking the legendary “Wild Child”.

I slowly pulled out of her tunnel and saw the blood on the head of my cock.

“Oh Fuck!, you’ve never done this before, have you?

Mary shook her head and began mumbling around the gag.

Leaning forward over her, I reached around behind her head and released the bandana that had been serving as her gag.

“Please don’t stop, Jake.” She said as she rocked her hips so as to slide her slit up and down the underside of my cock.

“I’m glad it was you that broke my cherry. Please keep going.”

I stood there dumb founded. The girl that I thought had fucked half the boys in the county was a virgin. And now, that I had beaten her savagely and forcefully taken her cherry, she was bagging me to finish.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by her voice. “Please Jake, keep going. I want to feel you inside me again.”

I reinserted my cock and began slide slowly in and out of her tunnel.

Mary pleaded, as she began to grind her mound against me. “Please fuck me hard. Pound my pussy like you pounded my ass.”

I began to thrust into her with more force, until shortly, I was ramming into her full bore.

“OH YESSSS!

“FUCK MEEEE! FUCK MEEE! FUCK MEEE!” she chanted repeatedly.

Leaning forward and folding her legs against her body, I began to maul her jiggling tits.

“OH YES, SQUEEZE THEM JAKE, SQUEEZE MY TITS, MAKE THEM HURT!” She pleaded.

Taking my queue from her, I viciously clamped down on her nipples, sending her over the edge to orgasm.

“OHHHHHHH SHIIIIIIITTTTTTTT!” she screamed and the waves crashed through her body.

I continued pounding away at her pussy until I could feel the pressure building in my balls. Just as I was about to blow my load, I pulled out of her letting her legs fall to my sides. Grabbing a hand full of her blond curls, I yanked her up to a sitting position and rammed my cock into her mouth. My cock didn’t reach the back of her mouth before I began shooting my load.

“OHHH FUCKKKK!” I roared as spurted 4 or 5 jets of my seed down her throat.

I staggered and tried to maintain my balance as Mary sucked and licked at my cock until it had shrank to its normal state. She then let it slide out of her mouth and placed a tender kiss on my flat stomach.

Mary looked up at me with eyes glazed with satisfaction and said, “Thank you Jake.”

Without saying a word, I leaned over and placed a kiss on top of her head, before gently rolling her over and untying her wrists.

Mary slid over and patted the bed, wanting me to lie down. Still weak from orgasm, I collapsed onto the bed. The girl quickly slid next to me, with her head on my shoulder and her leg draped across my body.

“Mary, I……” she quickly silenced me with a finger to my lips.

“We can talk later. Right now I just want to be with you.” She said as she placed a kiss on my cheek and nuzzled back against my chest and we both drifted off to sleep.

A couple of hours later, I opened my eyes to see the glow of twilight through the window. I nudged Mary to wake her. She stirred with a contented mew and tried to drift back to sleep.

Nudging her again, I said, “Come on, wake up, we need to get you home.”

“I don’t want to go,” She whined.

“Well then, you’d better call your father. He’ll be worried.” I said pointing at the phone beside the bed.

Mary sleepily rolled over, picked up the phone and dialed home.

“Hello Daddy”………”No I’m still at Jakes. I’m going to stay with him for awhile. He’s really helping me get straightened out……..OK, I’ll talk to you later, Bye”

With that Mary rolled over and instantly went back to sleep, as I laid awake and wondered where things would go from here.