The Stagecoach - english version

[Blue]

Chapter 31 – inside the ass

Silas tore Jake away from Claire’s body. Her torn clothing exposed her now virtually naked form—revealing, above all, her firm, youthful breasts—and offered a view of the mixture of blood and semen trickling from between her legs.

None of that held much interest for Silas. He had other preferences, and he intended to satisfy them now—on and with Claire.
With a sudden, unexpected move, Silas grabbed Claire’s ankles. He jerked the battered woman onto her stomach, revealing the delicate, pale skin of her buttocks in the reddish glow of the fire.

"What a hot ass!" Silas could hardly believe the sight before him.

A self-confessed—and experienced—ass man, he knew instantly that he was looking at something special. A refined young lady, clearly completely inexperienced. A far cry from the saloon girls and brothel whores he had fucked in the ass before—whether with their consent or, preferably, against their will.
And he certainly wasn't going to waste time asking if she would submit to him willingly. Jake’s earlier rape had already shown him that words alone wouldn't suffice here. Which suited him just fine.

Jake had already deflowered the young lady in his own way—and, in doing so, broken her in a little. But what Silas had in mind now would be a hellish ride for the lady, one she would remember for the rest of her life—if she survived the night at all.

Silas reached between Claire’s legs with his right hand to smear some of the mixture of blood and semen onto his fingers, then used it to coat and lubricate her small, tight, virgin asshole. He was preparing it for his hard cock—one that resembled the gnarled end of a tree branch more than a normal penis.

Still dazed from the rape she had just endured at Jake’s hands and the resulting pain, Claire perceived Silas pulling the young fellow away from her as if through a veil. Only to be brutally flipped onto her stomach a moment later.

She flinched at Silas’s exclamation and tensed up completely. She had heard rumors that some men preferred to penetrate places not naturally intended for it—especially when men had sex with one another.
And she had never imagined that something so repulsive and unnatural could ever happen to her.

Summoning her last ounce of strength, she screamed for help as loudly as she could. But no one was coming to her aid! Jake sat beside her, watching as Silas positioned his cock against Claire’s asshole. Caleb remained by the fire, looking completely detached, as if none of this concerned him. Yet, he had carefully set aside the stick he had been whittling and pushed the brim of his hat up a little higher.

And her mother and Blue—where were they, anyway? What was happening over there?

And then it happened: slowly but relentlessly, Silas slid the tip of his cock into her tight asshole!

[Blue]

Chapter 32 - A life of its own

Back to Miriam and Blue:
Miriam realized it was probably best to heed Blue’s request if she didn’t want to suffer the same fate as Claire—whose renewed screams were drifting over to her, tearing at her heart with worry.

Blue watched as Miriam slowly lay down in the dry grass, closing her eyes and pressing her lips together. Then he lay down beside her, pressed his mouth against hers, and began to kiss her—gently and tenderly at first, until his emotions overwhelmed him and he could no longer hold back.
He had already caressed and enjoyed Miriam’s breasts, but now it was time to turn his attention to another part of her body.
Slowly, Blue pushed Miriam’s dress higher and higher until he reached the delicate underwear beneath.

For a moment, he let his hand rest on her pubic bone. Then, with tantalizing slowness, he slid the garment down over her knees, took a brief whiff of it, and set it carefully aside—another souvenir for his collection.
Then, he slowly reached between Miriam’s legs again. Nothing now separated him from the part of her body he desired most: Miriam’s pussy.
He gently stroked her pubic hair—trimmed short, he gathered, as he could only sense and feel it in the darkness rather than see it. He slid his fingers between her labia, which felt surprisingly full and plump. And when he carefully eased his first finger into that mysterious, hidden realm, he was even more amazed: instead of encountering a dry, tight slit, he felt his finger slip almost effortlessly into a wet, yielding opening.

That was the moment Miriam wished she could simply sink into the ground out of sheer shame. Yes, she was wet down there—wet and ready for a man!
Since her husband’s unexpected death, no other man had approached her. Everyone in town knew how unyielding she could be about certain things—including the fact that she had strictly rejected every attempt at courtship.

But this wasn't a courtship attempt! This was rape, even if Blue hadn't actually used any real violence against her so far. Yet, for some reason, a heat had risen within Miriam over the last few minutes—a sensation she knew only from her experiences with her husband. He had been not only a skilled gunsmith but also a deeply considerate lover who could read her every desire from her lips and fulfill it.

And now, here she lay in the middle of the desert on the dry grass, her breasts bared and her skirt hiked up like a common saloon girl. And she was willingly spreading her legs for this man, Blue—a man she still couldn't quite figure out.
Then she felt his finger being replaced by something else—something significantly thicker. Blue was now penetrating her with his hard cock. Slowly, considerately, yet firmly.
Yes, Blue had finally abandoned the idea of raping the woman before him. He was too captivated by her—by that lovely face with the tender lips he had kissed; by those still-firm breasts with the hard nipples he had suckled; and now by the spread legs before him, guiding the way to his true destination. Slowly but surely, Blue let his cock slide effortlessly inside. He pushed it deeper and deeper before pulling it all the way back out. Then he thrust again—this time a little harder, a little deeper—until he found his rhythm.

And Miriam couldn't help herself anymore. She groaned—not from pain, no, but from sheer pleasure. Then her body fell into sync with Blue’s rhythm, which grew faster and faster—until Miriam dug her fingernails into his back and cried out!

Meanwhile, by the campfire, Silas had been relentlessly driving his cock deeper and deeper into Claire’s tight, dry asshole. Driving? No, *ramming* would have been the more accurate term. And when he felt something tear deep inside Claire—and was suddenly able to thrust his now blood-slicked cock into her with almost no resistance—his arousal became nearly uncontrollable.

Yes, this was how Silas loved sex: hard, brutal, merciless, without a thought for his victims. And now, only one thing remained before he reached his climax...
Slowly, Silas let his hands slide from Claire’s buttocks up her back—higher and higher—until they reached her neck. They clamped tight around it. Yes, now he would squeeze—squeeze as hard as he possibly could. And then, as Claire struggled in her death throes, he would spill himself inside her. Just as he had done so many times before. But this time, it was a truly special event—even for a man like Silas.

Claire felt the strangling grip around her neck slowly tighten. She felt that unnaturally large cock being rammed deeper and deeper into her.

And she felt her consciousness slowly slipping away.

[Blue]

Kapitel 33 – Caleb

STOP!”
Caleb’s icy voice and the unmistakable click of a revolver being cocked made Silas stop.

Still lying on Claire, he released her neck and turned toward Caleb.
“What the hell is going on?”
Then he wanted to continue what he had just begun.

“I’m not going to say it again: STOP! You heard what Jake explained to you earlier. We still need the women as our hostages. Not as food for the vultures!”

Silas’s face began to redden with anger.
How dare his nephew?

After all, Caleb had spent the entire time doing nothing but sitting around and whittling at a dry piece of wood.
And now, of all times, this fellow wanted to give him—Silas, a violent criminal who had been wanted on numerous warrants for a long time—orders?
That would be something.

Silas finally rolled off Claire and assessed the situation.
There was no sign of Blue anywhere.
Apparently, he was also too occupied at the moment to show up here.

Jake lay drowsily in the grass. He no longer seemed interested in the situation now that Silas had left Claire alone.

Silas himself had pulled down his trousers earlier, but in his haste he had not taken them off completely. The two Colts in the holsters attached to his leather belt were too far from his hands for him to grab them in time and simply shoot Caleb.

Caleb already had his finger on the trigger.
All he had to do was pull it.

Slowly, Silas pushed himself up from the ground and cautiously stood.
He raised one hand defensively above his head, while using the other to pull up his trousers.
He fastened the button and the belt.



“Easy, Caleb. I understand. You can lower your revolver.”
As he said this, he cautiously turned slightly away from Caleb and glanced down at Claire once more with regret.

Then, inwardly, he put on a sly grin.
Hoping that Caleb would trust him and put the revolver away.
Which Caleb then did, albeit hesitantly.

Silas believed he had achieved his goal.
Slowly, he turned back toward Caleb and hooked both thumbs into his belt loop.
Then he called out to him:
“Got another swig of that good whiskey the stage driver has?”

Without taking his eyes off Silas, Caleb bent down toward the campfire, where the metal of the whiskey bottle gleamed in the firelight.

Silas grinned again.
This greenhorn had actually allowed himself to be lulled into a false sense of security.
Then he drew both his revolvers.

Back to Blue and Miriam:
Miriam turned onto her side on the ground after Blue had slowly withdrawn from her.
Yes, Blue’s actions had brought the entire memory back to her.
The memory of the day in the store, when that strange man had entered the shop.
The memory of how he had completely and unexpectedly overpowered her when he had ruthlessly raped her behind the counter like a wild animal.
The smell of the sweets mingling with the harsh scent of the stranger.
And then something else had mingled with it.
Just as it had moments ago.

Only this time, unlike back then, she had not screamed from pain, but from pleasure.

A gunshot rang out in the silence of the dawn, which was slowly beginning to rise over the horizon.

Blue jumped to his feet and pulled up his trousers.
Something had gone wrong. Even though he did not know what.
But he was about to find out.

He hurried back toward the campfire, with Miriam close behind him, pulling her skirts back down as she went.

[Blue]

Chapter 34 The final Shot

When Blue and Miriam reached the campfire, both stopped abruptly. Within a matter of moments, everything before them had changed.

Miriam had eyes only for her daughter, who lay motionless on the ground, her clothes torn. She rushed to her and burst into tears.

Caleb stood bent over beside the campfire. In one hand, held at chest height, was Elias the driver’s whiskey bottle. In the other was his revolver. No one had seen how the Colt had suddenly found its way back into his hand.

Silas was also holding both his Colts in his hands. Then he slowly began to topple forward into the grass, now wet with dew. A final “What the hell…” escaped his lips before he lay motionless.

No one said a word as Caleb opened the cylinder of his revolver, removed the spent cartridge, and replaced it with a fresh one before returning the still-smoking weapon to its holster.
Then he slowly walked over to the stagecoach, where the Marshal and the driver had watched the last few seconds with bated breath.
“Shame about the good stuff!”
With those words, Caleb threw the bottle onto the ground beside the driver. A little more whiskey trickled from a hole in the middle of it before that, too, ran dry.


For a while, there was silence.
Then Blue went to Silas’s horse, opened one of the saddlebags, and pulled out a bundle of yellowed papers. He took them over to the stagecoach, where Carter and Elias were still tied to it.
“Elias, strap Silas’s body onto his horse and make sure you get it to the Marshal in Prescott. Hand him the body along with these wanted posters. And collect yourself a decent reward.”



Blue casually tossed the papers beside the driver before continuing:
“And finally settle down. You’re too old for this kind of adventure!”
Then Blue turned around, silently took his saddle, and walked over to his horse.

“Let’s ride!” Blue called to his two remaining companions.
He threw the saddle onto the horse, fastened the cinch around its belly, mounted, and rode silently eastward, without looking back to see whether anyone was following him.

Caleb needed no further words. Without hesitation, he followed Blue.

Only Jake remained standing for another moment, looking down at Miriam, who was cradling her daughter in her lap, tears in her eyes.
When he saw Claire move slightly, he remained there for another moment.

Finally, he saddled his horse as well and galloped after the other two, who had already ridden quite a distance ahead. They then waited until he had caught up with them before continuing at a walking pace.


“Bang!”

A rifle shot rang out behind them.

Then there was silence again, before one of the three riders silently slipped from his saddle and fell into the grass.

Beside the stagecoach stood Miriam Peacemaker.



In her hand she held the driver’s rifle, which until then had remained untouched in its scabbard on the driver’s bench.
She watched the riders for another moment before silently turning around, walking over to the two prisoners who were still tied to the stagecoach, and freeing them.

Then she returned to her daughter.

[Malady]

A really interesting read. Quite a task to keep all the different perspectives going from the different characters. A couple of places I got a bit confused as it flitted between them, but I think that's probably my brain rather than your writing. I liked the end and not knowing which one she shot. Thank you.

[Blue]

@Malady
Yes, I deliberately left the ending open. That way, each reader can decide for themselves which of the three riders was shot.