Chapter 1

In the dusty, sun-scorched streets of Hootyville, a town where the whiskey flowed as freely as the sweat on a saloon dancer’s brow, three young boys with hearts as wild as the west itself grew up. Nick, a fifteen old year, with his shock of blonde hair, Erick, a sixteen old year, with eyes as dark as a moonless night, and Micko, a fourteen old year, whose skin shone as black as the coal that fueled the railways, were inseparable. They were a trio of misfits, their laughter echoing through the alleys like a taunt to the stoic adults who had long ago forgotten the joy of childhood.

One sweltering afternoon, as the trio sought refuge from the oppressive heat in the shade of a crumbling building, they stumbled upon a peculiar pamphlet, its edges curled from the relentless sun. It was a simple thing, printed on rough paper that crinkled like a dried leaf in their grimy hands. The cover depicted a busty woman with a knowing smile, dressed in not much more than a scarlet ribbon and a sprinkle of stars. The words “The Celestial Night” were emblazoned across the top in bold, gaudy letters, and below, in a font that seemed to whisper secrets, “The Finest Ladies of the West.”

Their eyes widened in excitement as they realized the significance of their discovery. This wasn’t just any old advertisement for a traveling show; it was an invitation to a place that spoke of the kind of adventure they had only heard whispers of in the hushed tones of the grown-ups’ conversations. It was a saloon, or so they guessed, and not just any saloon—it promised the kind of entertainment that would make their mothers blush and their fathers’ eyes glaze over with disapproval. The idea of sneaking into such an establishment filled them with a thrill that made their palms sweat and their hearts race faster than a stampede of wild horses.

They pored over the pamphlet, each boy imagining the delights that awaited them within the walls of “The Celestial Night.” They were too young to understand the true nature of the place, too naive to realize that the allure of the old west’s darker side was a siren’s song that could lead to trouble deeper than any mine shaft. Yet, the images of the scantily-clad women, the promise of a world where the rules were as flexible as a snake in a wrangler’s grip, was too tempting to resist.

Their curiosity piqued and their adolescent hormones raging, they made a pact, right then and there, to visit the saloon as soon as the sun dipped low enough to cloak their youthful faces in shadow. They knew their mothers would never approve, but the call of adventure was too strong. They had to see these ladies for themselves, had to know what it was that made the men of Hootyville stumble home with lopsided grins and pockets emptier than a gold prospector’s pan at the end of a dry summer.

The next evening, as the sun painted the sky with a fiery palette of reds and oranges, the three friends gathered in the alley behind the saloon. Their breaths were shallow and their hearts were thumping like a drumline at a rodeo. They had snuck out of their houses under the guise of a sleepover, armed with nothing but the stolen glances at their mothers’ anatomy. They were ready to shed their innocence like a snake sheds its skin, eager to become men in the eyes of the world.

Micko, the youngest but the most insistent of the trio, whispered urgently, “We gotta hurry up, fellas! The auction starts soon, and if we miss it, we might not get another chance to see the goods up close.” His eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and nervousness, his voice a hoarse whisper that seemed to carry the weight of their shared anticipation.

Nick and Erick nodded, their eyes never leaving the tantalizing pamphlet. They had heard of such places, where men could buy on the company of beautiful women, but they had never seen one with their own eyes. The thought of witnessing such an event sent a shiver down their spines, and not entirely from fear. They had to be careful, though—sneaking out at night was one thing, but getting caught at a place like that could lead to a licking they’d never forget.

Their plan was simple: they would climb to the top of the neighboring barn, which offered a perfect vantage point over the saloon’s backyard. From there, they could peek through the cracks in the fence and watch the auction without being seen. The barn was old and weathered, but it had stood the test of time, a silent sentinel to the town’s more illicit activities. The boys had played in it countless times, so they knew every creaky board and dusty corner like the backs of their hands.

With the setting sun casting long shadows across the alley, they scaled the barn’s side with the grace of young cats. Their bare feet whispered against the wooden planks as they climbed higher, their eyes on the prize. Finally, they reached the top, panting and sweaty, and carefully positioned themselves so they could see the stage below. The anticipation was like a coiled spring in their chests, tight and ready to snap.

Looking through the knotholes in the fence, they saw about fifty people sit on chairs, all facing a wood stage that had been hastily constructed in the saloon’s backyard. The chairs were arranged in rows, the men’s faces a mix of excitement and greed as they leaned forward, eager for the show to begin. The stage itself was lit by flickering torches that cast an eerie, golden light over the scene, casting deep shadows that danced in the dirt as the flames flickered in the breeze.

The auctioneer, Mrs. Lorrie Walker, waddled out onto the stage. She was a formidable sight to behold, with a face that looked like it had been carved from a gourd and a body that could give a beer barrel a run for its money. Her voice boomed through the night like a cannon, silencing the murmurs of the eager crowd. “Gentlemen, welcome to The Celestial Night!” she announced with a grin that revealed teeth stained by a lifetime of chewing tobacco. “Tonight, we have a special treat for you all. Three of the finest women this side of the Mississippi, fresh meat for the taking!”

The boys’ hearts skipped a beat as they watched her heave her ample frame onto a rickety podium. Mrs. Walker was known around town for her sharp tongue and even sharper business sense. She had a reputation for dealing in the most unsavory of commodities, and the way she licked her lips as she talked about the women made their stomachs turn. They had never seen her so up close, and the reality was far more disturbing than the whispers they had heard.

The opening event of the contentious human auction took an unforeseen twist when the first woman offered for bidding captivated the audience—a breathtaking redhead with piercing emerald eyes. Her eyes sparkled with an unmistakable blend of fury and sorrow, conveying a tale of defiance and profound grief that demanded attention. Wearing a provocatively low-cut dress, her curvaceous figure was only just concealed by the sheer material. The dress was so delicate it nearly bordered on transparent, boldly showcasing her full breasts in a manner that revealed much more than it obscured.

Her skin, unblemished and flawless, appeared even paler in contrast to the grimy stage she was forced to stand on. Despite her unfortunate circumstances, this woman exuded a quiet confidence and fiery spirit that was impossible to overlook. The way she carried herself suggested a rebellious nature that was incongruous with her role as an auctioned item. As she walked, she gracefully swayed her hips with a profound defiance that seemed to be challenging the very men who were leering at her.

The sight of her, with her flaming red hair cascading down her shoulders and her lithe figure on full display, left the gathered crowd in a state of awe and anticipation. It was clear that the auction had just begun, but the first item on sale had already managed to leave a lasting impression on everyone present. The woman’s unwavering spirit and fiery persona set the tone for the rest of the event, and although she had been reduced to an object to be auctioned off, she refused to let her dignity be compromised.

Mrs. Walker introduced her with a leer, “This fine filly goes by the name of Ruby Hillsmith. She’s got a mouth that could charm the devil and a body that’ll make you sell your soul to the highest bidder!” The crowd hooted and hollered, their eyes greedily devouring every inch of Ruby’s exposed flesh. The boys watched, their young minds trying to process the raw sexuality on display, their thoughts a tangled mess of excitement and discomfort.

The bidding began, the men shouting out prices as if they were at a cattle auction. Each number thrown into the fray was met with a corresponding increase, the tension rising with every bid. Nick’s hand unconsciously drifted to the crotch of his pants, a habit he had picked up in his early teens when his body started to react to the sights and sounds of the adult world. Erick’s eyes were glued to Ruby’s chest, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red as he took in the sight of her heaving breasts. Micko, on the other hand, couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity for the woman on stage, her dignity stripped away by the crass men below.

Today was no exception as Mrs. Walker expertly played her captivated crowd, who hung on to her every word and gesture. A palpable tension had filled the air, and Mrs. Walker, with her innate sense for drama, knew it was time to elevate the experience. Ruby’s wardrobe featured a stunning dress, adorned with delicate beading and sequins that glimmered under the dim, seductive glow of flickering torchlight. As Mrs. Walker observed Ruby’s growing unease, she knew the time had come to heighten the anticipation and pulled out all the stops. With a theatrical flair, Mrs. Walker’s eyes gleamed with delight, as she reached for the satin ribbon fastened snugly around Ruby’s waist, a ribbon that served as the sole barrier between the young woman’s modesty and the curious, prying eyes of the baying crowd. Grasping the ribbon firmly, Mrs. Walker paused for dramatic effect, savoring the heightened suspense that filled the tent. And with a swift, practiced movement, she yanked, causing the delicate fabric to fall away in an instant and revealing, to the astonishment of all gathered, Ruby’s bare form. The air reverberated with the coarse roars of approval from the men, who stared in pure fascination, their animalistic instincts now in full control, as they slapped their thighs and let fly streams of tobacco spittle to the ground.

Ruby’s ivory skin shimmered like alabaster in the pulsating torchlight, and her sumptuous curves, accentuated by the artful shadows cast around her, stood as a flawless testament to the divine wonders of nature. As Mrs. Walker’s ingenious plan unfolded, the crowd’s gasps of wonder turned to ceaseless fervor, the energy of the room crackling with unspoken desire as the show reached its rousing crescendo.

Ruby’s eyes blazed with a fiery hatred as Mrs. Walker took her time parading her around the stage. The woman’s sausage-like fingers pinched and prodded, showcasing Ruby’s ample breasts and the patch of fiery red hair between her legs. The boys on the barn roof gawked, their young minds racing with a cocktail of emotions they didn’t quite understand. Nick’s hand tightened around his growing arousal, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding below. Erick’s breath hitched in his throat, his cheeks now a fiery red to match Ruby’s hair. And Micko, though he tried to look away, found himself drawn back, torn between the horror of the situation and the raw beauty on display.

The bidding grew more frenzied with each moment Ruby remained naked. Mrs. Walker knew her audience, playing to their desires with a skill that was as disturbing as it was effective. “Look at that peach of a bottom!” she cackled, giving Ruby’s buttocks a hard smack that made the crowd roar with laughter. “And these breasts,” she continued, her hands cupping them like they were prize-winning melons at a county fair. “They’re ripe for the plucking!”

The boys watched, their eyes transfixed by the spectacle. Erick’s mouth had gone dry, his eyes drinking in every detail of Ruby’s body. He had never seen a woman so ... exposed. The sight was both thrilling and terrifying, and he couldn’t tear his gaze away. Nick’s hand had found its way into his pants, his own body betraying his innocence as he began to masturbate in silent awe of the woman on stage. Micko felt a strange mix of arousal and anger, his young mind trying to reconcile the beauty before him with the degradation it was being subjected to.

Mrs. Lorrie Walker appeared to be relishing the control she had over both Ruby and the audience. She bent down and whispered something into Ruby’s ear, causing the young woman’s face to twist in a combination of fury and embarrassment. Despite her emotions, Ruby obediently leaned over and exposed her bare bottom to the crowd of men gathered below.

The audience erupted in loud cheers and whistles, the sounds slicing through the night air like the roar of a stampede. The men hooted and hollered, each one attempting to outdo the others in a frenzy of lustful excitement.

Mrs. Walker, the mistress of ceremonies, grinned widely as she took in the scene before her. With a sense of authority, she reached out and grabbed one of Ruby’s buttocks, spreading it open to reveal her most private parts. The young men in attendance stared in shock and amazement, their eyes wide with a mixture of awe and shock.

Ruby’s pussy was a delicate shade of pink, glistening with the wetness that the cool night air had brought to the surface. Her anus, a tight, puckered hole, seemed to beckon with a silent, forbidden promise. The sight of her exposed body was enough to drive the men to a frenzy, their desire reaching new heights as they took in the intimate details of her anatomy.

The crowd’s excitement grew to a crescendo, their eyes popping out of their heads like prairie dogs spotting a rattlesnake. The smell of money and lust hung heavy in the air, thick as the smoke from the cigars they puffed on. Mrs. Walker’s voice grew more animated, her words painting a picture of the pleasures that awaited the highest bidder. “Look here, gentlemen!” she bellowed, her finger pointing at Ruby’s exposed sex. “This is a treasure that’ll make you feel like a king! Her pussy’s tighter than a bank vault, and that ass ... oh, that ass can take whatever you’ve got!”

The auctioneer’s crassness didn’t end there. She grabbed Ruby’s wrists and bent her over the podium, giving the men a full view of her most intimate areas. “But don’t just take my word for it, why don’t you see for yourselves!” With a flourish, she spread Ruby’s legs, revealing her tight, wet pussy to the lecherous stares of the crowd. The boys’ eyes bulged as they took in the sight, their breaths coming in short, staccato bursts. Nick’s hand moved faster in his pants, his excitement building to a fever pitch. Erick’s mouth was agape, his hand frozen in mid-air as he stared, his mind racing with thoughts he didn’t dare voice. Micko’s anger grew, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides as he watched the degradation unfold.