The Adventures of the
Colt
Sisters
(The Lawless raiders)
By
B D Phillips
On a moonless night, four men rode single
file across the prairie toward the
mountains. Their leader was Joe
Kagan, a large man who had earned a reputation as a vicious and ruthless
killer. Behind him rode
All four had been just
ahead of the law, robbing more than 12 banks in the last 3 weeks, killing
anyone who got in their way.
"Is it still there?" Joe
called back to Pop.
"Yup nothing's changed
in the last hour. Whoever's back
there has bedded down for the night," answered the old man as he looked over
his shoulder at the campfire behind them.
"Now that they're stopped,
we need to give these horses some rest Joe or they're going to fall out from
under us!"
"Soon Pop, real
soon," said the big
man. "Look at
that."
The riders pulled alongside
him and in the distance could see the glow of a lamp through a window.
"How far do you figure
it is Joe?" asked Pop.
"No more than a
mile. The light's too clear.
It's probably a farm or a line shack. Most likely a farm though. We haven't
seen or heard any cattle." Joe answered. then
thought.
"If it's a farm, with
winter coming on, they should have all the supplies and food we'll need to
take with us to the mountains.
The men continued toward
the light. About, two hundred yards away from the house, Joe reined up and
dismounted.
"Pop you stay with the
horses and keep them quiet. Chico,
Billy, you come with me. And Billy, I don't want any shooting unless we really
have to. We're too close to that
camp and they could hear the shots.
The three started to the house.
Horace Colter sat on his
front porch smoking his pipe. His
two daughters, Rebecca and Sarah had went to the town of
Horace Colter had no sons
and he being nearly 60, did not have the stamina to take the small herd to
town himself, so it was up to the ladies of the
house.
Rebecca and Sarah learned
at an early age to do the work around the farm
themselves.
Horace was never that
successful with the farm, so extra hands were out of the question. The girls
loved it though, they learned to ride rope and shoot.
Not
only a rifle, but they were unmatched in the entire territory in the fast
draw and accuracy with a six
shooter.
People began to call them
the Colt sisters.
Horace
lost their mother fourteen years earlier. Rebecca was now 23 and Sarah just
turned 19.
Horace wondered often
it would be before they found a husband and would leave him high and
dry. As he sat rocking and enjoying
the night air, suddenly he heard a Pheasant flush out of a bush and fly,
no more than a hundred yards away from the house.
Standing he tapped the
embers from his pipe and grabbed his
shotgun
Horace peered into the
darkness. Without a moon he couldn't
see anything. He backed to the end of the porch that was farthest away from
where he had heard the bird flushed into the air to listen for any
movement. Instinctively he knew
he had done the wrong thing. But
it was too late.
A
knife pushed into his lower back. The shotgun fell from his hands and thudded
on the porch as he reached for his lower back. He suddenly felt very sleepy
and slumped to his knees, then grunted as he was clubbed with a gun butt.
He fell forward unconscious
Billy and
It had been a while since
the gang had a woman. But, all there was is an empty house. "Billy go get
Pop and have him bring the horses."
Ordered Joe
Later, Joe stood on the
porch, as the rest of the gang loaded a wagon they found with food and supplies.
A couple more days and he would be in the
mountains.
No posse would find his
hideout there. In an hour the wagon was ready and the team of plow horses
in the corral hitched up to it. The
farm had given them plenty, even fresh ham and bacon from the
smokehouse. Half a dozen live
chickens were in a crate and a cow and her calf were brought
along.
Tying their horses and
the cow to the wagon, the gang climbed in and drove away not looking
back.
A few miles away Sarah
awoke to the smell of coffee brewing.
She realized it was morning
and the sun was rising. Her older sister Rebecca was already awake and was
strapping down her bedroll to the saddle of her horse, a golden stallion
named Dakota.
"About time you got up,
"Rebecca teased, her emerald green eyes sparkling in contrast to her long
blonde hair, that hung all about her face.
"How....AAAAAAAhhh far
are we from AAAAAAHHH home?" Sarah inquired, yawning, as she crawls out of
her warm bedroll, shivering against the early morning chill.
Rebecca stared unbelievingly
at her younger sister, as the younger
sibling stood there naked
to the waist, her arms raised high in the air and mouth wide open as she
continued to yawn. Rebecca and Sarah both slept topless in their bedrolls
at night, but Rebecca was a bit more conservative, undressing and dressing
under the seclusion of her bedroll before getting
up.
Horace raised them both
like boys, but Rebecca remembered some of her mother's womanly guidance.
However, Sarah was only five when her mother died, and never really had a
woman as a guide, so she had no embarrassment about her partial nudity.
Sarah grabbed her light
brown flannel shirt, and buttoned it up over her firm, grapefruit sized breasts.
A minute later, Sarah slipped on her faded brown boots, and took hold of
her gun belt.
Sarah fastened her left-handed
positioned six gun around her waist, then squatted down near the fire to
enjoy some coffee.
"Ugg!" She exclaimed,
making a disapproving scowl, as she sets her coffee cup down on the ground,
rolling up her bedroll, before stepping over to her own horse, a two year
old, multi-colored filly she named simply Lady. "I hope Pa has some decent
coffee at home?" Sarah replied.
Rebecca turned, her larger
melon-shaped breasts straining against the buttoned up dark tanned cotton
shirt she wore, as her anger began to flame up. Sarah knew she should have
curbed her tongue,
as Rebecca's eyes burned
into hers. "Make your own Cotton pickin coffee from now on if you don't like
how I do it!" The angered blonde fumed.
Sarah let out a breath.
She had forgotten for a moment that her older sister was not keen on insults.
She was thankful that their urgency to return home did not afford Rebecca
the time to hold a grudge.
A few minutes later, the
girls put out the fire, picked up camp and were on their way on Dakota and
Lady to the big breakfast, they were sure their Pa had ready for them on
the kitchen table.
It was nearly an hour
before, Rebecca and Sarah strode up to the farm house. They knew almost
immediately that something was wrong?
"What's going on Mrs.
Franks?" Rebecca inquired of an elderly, who met them on the front porch
where their Pa Horace usually met them, when they returned from a buying
trip.
"No!" Sarah yelled, when
the woman said nothing.
Both the girls bolted
off their horses and rushed inside the house. In the bedroom, old doc Haden
was bent over their
"Whoa girls!" the doc
urged as they rushed to Horace's side.
"Your Pa is gonna be all
right!" he explained. "But he did lose a lot of blood. Get out now, so I
can change his bandages...I'll fill you in when I am done."
When the doc came out
of the bedroom, the doc told the girls what he knew, including the information
the posse that stopped by and actually found Horace told
him.
"How long will our Pa
be unconscious?" Sarah inquired.
"I'd say three days,"
The doc replied.
"Good!" Rebecca responded,
pulling out her right-side mounted six gun to load it up with bullets from
her gun belt. "Just enough time to join up with the posse and bring those
animals to justice."
"Mrs. Franks...will you
stay with Pa until we return?"
The older Lady stood there
confused, but nodded just the same.
"Girls...don't do...?"
The doc protested.
"Save it Doc!" Sarah
interrupted. "There aint no cotton Pickin way were staying here, while those
Lawless bastards get away with putting a knife in our Pa's
back!"
The Doc shook his head.
He knew the girls and their Pa for 15 years. He knew that when any of them
made up their mind, it was a waste of good air to argue with
them.
It took the girls almost
an hour to pack up, then the Doc and Mrs. Franks watched as they mounted
Dakota and Lady. "Take good care of our Pa!" Rebecca said, turning to
leave.
"And thank you," Sarah
remained a moment to express, before galloping after her sister Rebecca,
who was already almost out of sight.
Both the Doc and Mrs.
Franks watched them disappear out of sight, then both turned to go inside
the house. "Lets have some coffee Mrs. Franks," the doc said with a
smile.
"I feel we are in for
a long wait!"
The
gang rode in the wagon all night. They hadn't stopped since leaving the farm.
Each took a turn driving and then slept or
ate. Traveling in the wagon was
slower, but their horses were fresh now. Joe figured they would keep moving
all day and camp by a stream he knew about
tonight. The trail would be too
narrow and rough for a wagon once they got into the
mountains. They'd
leave
the wagon there and make
pack animals out of the team.
That night the men built
a fire and ate their first hot meal in
days.
Joe felt that even if
the people were on their trail again the soonest they could catch up would
be tomorrow. If they did he and
his men would be ready with an ambush.
And he already knew just the place!
Rebecca and Sarah rode
hard the next two days but found no sign of the Posse. The girls decided
to continue just the same. Their decision remained the same. They were going
to bring the gang in for what the did "Dead or Alive"
Even though they were
a day behind the gang, the wagon had slowed Joe and his men
considerably. With the wagon
tracks and all the animals that were following it, the trail was easy to
follow.
Before
watered their horses at
the stream then continued on the trail.
With the plow horses and the cow the men would still be moving
slow.
Early in the afternoon
they weren't far behind. Droppings from the animals were very warm to the
touch. They should catch up with them before
long. The women were on their
guard, if they were close they could run into an ambush They slowed their
pace to watch for that possibility.
Rebecca dismounted Dakota
and walked around a large boulder that partially blocked the entrance to
a narrow pass. The gangs trail
went into the opening. Warily
she peered around the boulder.
A flash of light in the
rocks caught her eye.
"Sarah I think we've found
an ambush. Someone is hidden
in the rocks above the trail."
"How many?" Sarah
asked
"From here I can't tell,"
said the Elder sibling.
"Maybe there's a way to
get above them."
The two dismounted leaving
the reins on the horse's necks in case they had to make a quick
getaway. Moving to the other
end of the boulder they saw a path to work their way to a shelf above where
the glint of metal had been seen.
Watching their steps and
staying low, they climbed quietly, until they had reached the shelf. Easing
forward Rebecca peered into the rocks below. She looked at Sarah and raised
one finger.
It was an older man, most
likely one of the gang? For sure, he meant to get the drop on them. They
scoured the rocks on both sides of the
canyon. They couldn't see anyone
else.
Shrugging her shoulders
Rebecca stood up and pulled her gun
"You're covered Mister!"
She declared.
"Lay down your
rifle! Unbuckle your gun belt...
and drop it!"
Unknown to the girls,
Joe Kagan and the rest of his gang hid in the rocks above the shelf and looked
down on the two riders that had taken their
bait. Pop had been used to lure
their pursuers into the ambush.
Joe had expected members of the
posse.
However the moment he
saw that it was two women who fell into his trap, a faint smile appeared
on his cruel mouth.
The plan had just changed,
they weren't going to kill them, they'd capture
them.
Standing, he called down.
"You're the ones who are covered ladies!
Now holster those guns and drop YOUR gun belts or you and the kid
are buzzard bait!"
Rebecca's cheeks became
flushed, "How could she be so
stupid?" For a moment she considered trying to turn and shoot her way out,
but from the sound of the voice, they were only about ten or fifteen feet
away. They couldn't miss at that
range if they opened fire.
She dropped her gun into
her holster, Unbuckled her gun belt
and let it drop to the ground. Sarah reluctantly followed her sister's
example and the two stood at
the mercy of the gang.
The outlaws quickly descended
upon the women.
Billy had picked up their
guns, as Rebecca and Sarah stood with their hands in the air as the gang
took time to look at their captives. He moved forward and knocked their hats
off their heads.
Kagan nodded, and immediately
Pop and
girl's shirts. Buttons
flew everywhere, as their naked breasts came into the view of the gang, then
the torn material fell just right to shield their nipples from the gangs
furthur view.
Kagan fumed at the odds
of that happening, but Pop and
"No!" Rebecca protested
for them both, as their hands were tied behind their back, and their young
bared breasts jutted out for inspection by the lawless gang.
Kagan's eyes went to Rebecca's
36D tits. The stunning beauty was almost five foot 10 inches tall feet tall
with sun-bleached blond hair done in a single
braid.
Both girls wore snug fitting
jeans that accentuated their nice asses and shapely legs. Both had a narrow
waist and oh course, magnificent
breasts.
Billy had brought the
horses and each woman was pushed behind a packhorse. A rope was tossed around
the girls necks and then the other end was tied to the horn of the pack horses,
so that they could be led along behind them.
Leading off Joe looked
back at the gang.
"About four hours, boys.
We're ready to hole up for the winter.
And it looks like we'll have more than a fire and whiskey to keep
us warm this year!!"
The rest of the day the
group climbed the mountain. The
trail continued to narrow, until the packs on the animals scrapped the wall
beside them. And on the other
side was a sheer drop down the mountain. As dusk was settling they rounded
a bend of the path. A large clearing
opened up and a cave opening was in the face of the
mountain.
Rebecca looked up and
understood now why they chose this spot.
She felt her stomach churn. She
knew that no one would locate the hideout. They were on their own.
The cave was located on
the north face and was in the shadow of the mountain most of the time...unless
you were standing, where they were now it wouldn't be
seen.
The cave opening was tall
enough that the riders entered on horseback. Inside they were in a large
round cavern with a high roof.
Rebecca could see a circle
of rocks for a fire in the middle of the space and above it was a hole in
the ceiling to the outside, which formed a natural
chimney.
With dry wood no smoke
would be seen outside the cave. She
could see a lot of wood stacked against one wall and in small niches were
other supplies left over from former stays by the
gang.
Working quickly the gang
unloaded the supplies from packhorses while Rebecca and Sarah remained standing
half naked behind the animals with their wrists still tied behind their
backs.
The men stared lustfully
at the naked breasts of the girls, as they carried wood inside and lit a
fire. Not for heat, it wasn't cold in the cave, but for light. After lighting
the fire they sat by it and talked for a bit, not loud enough for the girls
to hear though.
Soon they came for them,
led by
"Let's get it
done." Said
Joe.
The ropes were untied
from the horns of the pack horses, and Pop and
Sarah was first. The younger
sibling was tossed to the ground and her wrists were lashed to wooden stakes
hammered into the dirt with rawhide straps.
"Stop it!!" Sarah screamed, as
"Now it's your turn sugar Pie!" Joe
sneered in Rebecca's ear, his hands roughly squeezing at her soft tits, as
she watches four more wooden stakes being driven into the soft dirt beside
the frantically struggling Sarah. "This is the first time I ever tied up
a gal to get some of her goods," Joe laughed.
"Sounds like fun!" he said pinching
Rebecca's tit, before tossing her to the ground, where she is caught by Pop
and
Although she knew it was futile, Rebecca
fought like a wildcat against the men who bound her. She knew that once she
was helpless, the two of them would be totally helpless and exposed to the
lust of the gang. "This bitch is strong!" Pop exclaimed, as he tied her right
wrist to a stake.
"Mucho strong!"
"Oh my god... please,
don’t!!" The elder sister
protested, as her pants were unfastened, and pulled down her long tapered
legs..
"UUUUNNNHHH!!" she fought with all
her might to keep her legs from being spread wide like her younger sister.
But it was like she thought...futile.
Soon both young women were spread-eagled
on the dirt cave floor.
"Burn their clothes!" Joe
ordered.
"They won't needing any!"
"No!!" Both girls protested loudly,
as their naked bodies danced in their restraints for the pleasure of the
lawless gang to enjoy, while their clothes, socks and boots were tossed slowly
onto the fire thirty feet away.
The men left the spread-eagled sisters lying face up
on the cave floor and went back to the fire. Opening a couple of bottles
of whiskey they congratulated themselves on their good
luck.
"These two are better
than any of the whores we've had up
here," laughed
Pop. "And the best part is...
They won't cost us
anything!"
After two hours of nonstop
drinking, the men were becoming drunk.
They're attention turned to the women.
Watching from a distance
as the girls struggled
Taking his gun belt off,
he unfastened his pants and let them
fall. Dropping to his knees,
Joe pushed his hard cock at the entrance to Rebecca's pussy. Chico followed
his lead with Sarah
Both girls were still
virgins
But, knowing that, would
not have mattered to the any of the gang. They had raped so many women...most
Virgins anyway at that time, they didn't think twice about popping a
cherry.
Rebecca had come close
to sex in the past, and knew what Joe was gonna do, however, Sarah was totally
clueless.
"Gaaaaaaaaaa!!!!" Rebecca
screamed out, as Joe slammed into her hard with his cock, quickly ripping
though her hymen, as he began to plunge in and out of her, grinning as she
struggled beneath him.
Sarah would have screamed
louder that her sister, but unprepared for the horror that awaited her, Chico
was already deep inside her pussy, before the reality of what happened hit
her.
"Stop it....Please!!"
Sarah begged as
With only the thought
of their own satisfaction the outlaws rammed the helpless women mercilessly,
grabbing their exposed breasts
squeezing them like vices in their strong, rough
hands.
Finally, after what seemed
like hours, the girls panicked feeling their rapists ejaculate inside them.
Rebecca cried silently at the thought that she could now be pregnant. But
Sarah, naïve about the process, could only quake in fear, as an unknown
goo pumped into her womb.
Sated, both Joe and
Rebecca was still raw
from Joe's rape as Billy mounted her and began to fuck her wildly. But, her
vagina was lubricated, so Billy was not hurting her as much as he pounded
his cock into her. He rammed
her with such force that her firm breasts were bouncing on her
chest. She could see his eyes
watching them move.
Beside her, Sarah cried
silently as Pop crawled on top of her.
Obscured by Billy's naked
body she could only hear, as Pop slapped Sarah about the face and Tits. "Move
that young Ass for me Honey!" Pop laughed, as he thrust between Sarah's
thighs.
Rebecca felt Billy's dick
begin to throb and thought that he was going to cum in her
pussy. But instead he pulled
out quickly and climbed onto her stomach.
Placing his prick between her breasts he pushed them
together.
With her juices on his
dick he slipped easily back and forth in her cleavage, until his dick shot
cum onto the elder sister's face. A stream landed on her lips and chin, then
started to slide down onto her neck.
After Billy left her,
Rebecca heard the cries of her sister, as pop continued to rape her as brutally
as he could. Rebecca pulled at her ropes, but they held firm...there was
nothing she could do to help her younger sister against the sadistic animal
attacking her.
When Pop finally ejaculated,
he left the young woman bruised and beaten about her face and breasts, and
went back to the fire for more whiskey. "This can't be happening!" Sarah
cried, staring at the ceiling of the cave, as blood trickled from her
lips.
"Sarah...I'm sorry I got
you into this," Rebecca expressed.
"If I
only....?
"Skip it," Sarah interrupted
her speaking in an almost inaudible voice. "You didn't know this would happen,"
She said, painfully forming a small smile. "You didn't twist my arm to come
along."
The night went slowly
for Rebecca and Sarah. The drunken gang raped both women continually. Joe
took several turns with Sarah and Pop beat Rebecca worse than he did Sarah,
as he violently raped her. The
drunker they became the more their appetites for sex with the bound heroines
grew. Finally, in the early hours
of the morning, all four men had enough and fell into a deep
sleep.
Rebecca lay there in a
haze of pain. Both girls' breasts were red and bruised and their wombs were
full of the gang's semen. listening to the labored breathing and
snoring. Certain that all the
men were sleeping, Rebecca started working her right hand against a loose
rawhide strap on the wooden stake.
Slowly she turned and
pulled until she felt her hand start to pull
free.
Constricting her hand, she pulled it completely free.
She was
elated. Her hand was free, but
the way she was bound, she did not know if she could reach the strap on her
other wrist.
She tried unsuccessfully
for minutes, then got an idea when she noticed Sarah looking at her, silently
rooting for her success.
"Sarah," Rebecca whispered
painfully though her bruised and bleeding lips. "Grab the stake," Rebecca
motioned to her right wrist that was lashed to a stake very close to Sarah's
hand.
Sarah stretched out her
fingers, bleeding slightly from the nose, as she barely touched the wooden
surface of the stake. "Unnnhhh!!" she grunted, with all her might, until
her own stake moved. She could not get free, but the movement allowed her
to get a firmer grip on Rebecca's stake.
"That a girl!" Rebecca
praised, as she grabbed hold as well to the stake. It was slow going, the
stakes were driven deep into the ground, but finally the stake pulled free
from the ground and both of Rebecca's wrists were now free.
Rebecca listened again
for any activity from the men, then forced her body upwards to untie her
ankles from the poles. Groaning in pain from the multiple rapes, she and
Sarah endured and the stiffness of being staked down so long, Rebecca forced
herself to move and untie Sarah before the gang
awoke.
Now
they needed weapons.
Billy was the nearest
of the gang for the women to reach.
He lay with both their guns lying near his head. Moving like a cat,
Rebecca moved to within a foot
of their guns.
Reaching slowly she grasped
one gun belt and pulled it to her, taking care not to disturb the sleeping
Billy. Handing it to her sister, Rebecca grabbed the other gun
belt.
Sarah waited, as Rebecca
upholstered a gun and opened the gate to check for cartridges. The cylinder
was empty. Billy must have removed the shells. Pulling bullets from the loops
on the gun belt, she handed some to Sarah to load, while she loaded her own
gun.
The women were now armed
in case the men awoke, but there were other things to attend to before they
took the gang into custody. Rebecca
watched their sleeping tormentors, while Sarah left the cave and relieved
herself. When her sister returned, Rebecca took her
turn. Outside she squatted over
the edge of the drop-off and urinated.
As she entered the cave,
she saw Sarah with a canteen of water.
Both girl drank
hardily...neither had a drink in 12 hours. And it tasted
great.
With their clothing now
burned up, they two girls took a couple of shirts that belonged to the gang.
It wasn't much, but it at least gave them something to
wear.
The women settled against
a wall and mulled over what their next move would be. They decided to wait
until full light, then awaken the men.
With their hangovers from
the nights drinking, they might not have much fight left in
them. Suddenly Billy awoke. In
his sleep he had reached for his guns and couldn't find
them.
He looked into the eyes
of the two women and started yelling.
"They're
loose! Look out they're loose!"
All hell broke loose as
the men awoke and reached for their guns.
The women had no choice but to
shoot.
Sarah shot Pop in the
right bicep as he was bringing his gun up to fire. She had to exercise some
strong restraint not to empty her gun into his chest after he brutally rapped
her like he did, but she somehow managed.
Joe grabbed his gun and
ran toward the cave entrance firing wildly as he ran. Rebecca's slug hit
him in the ass and he fell face-forward.
His gun slipped from his hand and clattered across the cave
floor.
Only seconds had passed
since Billy had sounded the alarm.
As the smoke cleared in the cavern, two of the outlaws, Joe and Pop
were down with gunshot wounds.
After tying
They used Billy and
They put ropes around
Billy and
Sarah led the horses,
while Rebecca brought up the rear. The men did not dare say one word in protest,
knowing that it would not take much of an excuse for the girls to shoot them
stone cold dead, after what they did to them.
Barefooted, and wearing
only the shirts of their captives, the girls hiked down the narrow trail,
where after 4 hours, they met the Posse that was originally after the
gang.
Willingly letting the
20 man posse have custody of the gang, the girls left the group of males
and trekked down to the entrance to the pass where they found their horses
Dakota and Lady still waiting. And after picking up the abandoned wagon at
the stream, the girls headed home to their Pa, whom they hoped would
be anxiously awaiting their
return.
The
End.
8-25-2008