Ben Owen
Copyright© 2025 by Ayra Atkinson
Chapter 17
Western Sex Story: Chapter 17 - Ben Owen, a quiet drifter with a haunted past, finds himself entangled in a frontier town divided by greed, vengeance, and lawlessness. When a ruthless land baron threatens everything he values, Ben must choose between walking away or taking a stand. In a world where justice is scarce and loyalty comes at a price, his fight for redemption may cost him everything.
Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual NonConsensual Romantic Slavery Lesbian Fiction Crime Rags To Riches Western Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Anal Sex Violence AI Generated
The Blossom stood tall and proud, a beacon of light in the sea of darkness that was Lawless Ridge. As they approached, Goldie couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride swell within her. This place had become so much more than just a means to an end; it had become a symbol of their rebellion, a haven for those seeking refuge from the town’s many horrors.
Inside, the air was thick with the scent of perfume and whiskey, the laughter and moans of the patrons a siren’s call to those seeking solace in the arms of the women who worked there. Goldie moved through the crowded room with the grace of a seasoned pro, her eyes scanning the faces for any sign of trouble. Beulah and Lois followed close behind, their expressions a mix of excitement and anxiety.
Ben knew that Goldie was right; they couldn’t leave The Blossom unguarded, not even for a night. But the call of the gold was too strong to resist, and he knew that Sly was their best bet for protection.
He whistled for Ludy Luck, his trusty steed, a sturdy little horse with a heart as big as the Texas sky. Ludy trotted over, her eyes reflecting the flickering light of the brothel’s sign. Ben swung into the saddle, his hand lingering on the grip of his gun. He knew the road to Sly’s ranch was fraught with danger, but he felt a strange sense of calm. Perhaps it was the warmth of Goldie’s promise, or the knowledge that they were doing something meaningful, something that could change the course of their lives.
The cobblestone streets of Lawless Ridge gave way to dusty trails, the sound of Ludy’s hooves echoing through the night. Ben couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched, that the shadows held secrets that could either make or break their rebellion. But he pressed on, his mind racing with plans and strategies for their quest to Cripple Water. The wind picked up, carrying with it the distant howl of a coyote, a mournful song that seemed to mirror his own determination.
Finally, he reached the outskirts of town, where the buildings grew sparse and the air thick with the scent of the prairie. Sly’s ranch loomed ahead, a sprawling compound surrounded by a high wooden fence. The gates stood open, inviting, but Ben knew better than to let his guard down. He nudged Ludy into a trot, approaching the main house with caution.
As he dismounted, a figure emerged from the shadows, a cigarillo clenched between his teeth. “I’ve been waiting for you, Ben,” Sly Barrera drawled, his dark eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
“I figured you would be,” Ben replied, tipping his hat. “We’ve got a situation on our hands.”
Sly eyed him curiously. “What kind of situation?”
“We’ve got a map to Cripple Water, where Erick claims there’s a gold stash,” Ben explained, his voice low and urgent. “We need someone to keep The Blossom open dailiy”
Sly took a long drag on his cigarillo,”And you expect me to run your little whorehouse while you gallivant off on a treasure hunt?”
Ben met his gaze, unflinching. “It’s more than that, Sly. It’s about taking back what’s ours, fighting for the future of this town. And we need someone we can trust to keep things running smoothly here.”
Sly studied him for a long moment, the ember of his cigarillo casting a menacing glow on his features. “And what’s in it for me?”
“You’re a businessman, Sly,” Ben said, his voice measured and calm. “You know how to keep the books and the customers happy. With you in charge, The Blossom will keep turning a profit, and that’s good for everyone.”
Sly’s eyes narrowed, his mind racing. He knew Ben wasn’t just offering him a simple managerial role; he was offering a partnership in the most dangerous and lucrative venture Lawless Ridge had seen in years. “Alright, Ben,” he said finally, his voice a low rumble. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
Ben let out a sigh of relief, his hand coming to rest on the butt of his pistol. “Good,” he said, his voice firm. “We leave at first light.”
Sly nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “I’ll make sure you’ve got the best three horses from my ranch,” he said, his gaze drifting to the stables. “They’re fast, strong, and can handle the desert heat.”
Ben’s eyes lit up with appreciation. “That’s generous of you, Sly,” he said, extending his hand. “We’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”
Sly took his hand in a firm grip, his smile never wavering. “I know you will,” he said, his eyes glinting. “But tell me, Ben, what’s this I hear about you and Goldie freeing those poor souls from the auction?”
Ben’s gaze hardened. “It’s true,” he said, his voice unyielding. “We can’t stand by and watch innocents suffer. We bought them, one by one, gave them a home at The Blossom.”
Sly took another drag of his cigarillo, the tip glowing red in the dark. “I get it,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “But buying them just makes the auctioneers richer. You’re playing their game, Ben.”
Ben’s jaw clenched, but he knew Sly wasn’t wrong. “It’s the only way we can save them,” he said, his voice tight with frustration. “The sheriff and his cronies have the law on their side. They’ve carved out their own territories in this town, and we can’t fight them head-on.”
Sly took a moment to blow out a ring of smoke, his eyes never leaving Ben’s. “But what if we could?” he said, his voice a low murmur. “What if we had the power to bring them down, to show this town that there’s still some justice left?”
Ben’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”
Sly leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I’ve got a friend in the army garrison, in Crookedhill Fort,” he said, his smile widening. “He owes me a favor or two. If we play our cards right, we can use the gold to bribe him, get some soldiers on our side.”
Ben’s heart raced at the thought. He had always known that the fight against the sheriff and his corrupt officials would be an uphill battle, but with the might of the army behind them, they might just stand a chance. “What’s his name?” he asked, his curiosity piqued.
Sly leaned back in his chair, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “His name’s Sergeant Tyller,” he said, his voice a low murmur. “He’s a good man, caught in a bad situation. He’s seen the injustices of this town, and he’s itching to do something about it.”
Ben’s mind raced with the possibilities. An alliance with the army could be their ticket to victory, a way to bring down the corrupt officials and restore order to Lawless Ridge.
“But how do we convince him to help us?” Ben asked, his voice low and urgent. “He’s bound by duty and loyalty to the fort.”
Sly chuckled, a dark sound that sent shivers down Ben’s spine. “Duty and loyalty can be swayed with the right ... incentives,” he said, his eyes glinting with greed. “And I’ve got just the thing.”
Ben leaned in, his heart racing with the potential of their plan. “Tell me more,” he urged, his voice a low growl.
Sly’s smile grew, a wolfish grin that spoke of the shadows he danced in. “The Army has a law that’s clear as the desert sky,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “They don’t care if you’re the sheriff or the lowest outlaw; if you’re caught committing a crime in their territory, they’re brought to the fort for justice.”
Ben nodded, his eyes gleaming with understanding. “So, if we can show Sergeant Tyller that the sheriff and his men are breaking those laws, he’ll be forced to act,” he said, his voice tight with excitement.
Sly leaned back in his chair, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “Exactly,” he said, his eyes gleaming. “And with the gold as bait, I’m sure he’ll be more ... willing to see things our way.”
Ben nodded thoughtfully, the gears in his mind turning. “It’s a risky play, Sly,” he said, his voice measured. “But it might just be our best shot at bringing down the sheriff and his men without getting our hands too dirty.”
Sly’s smile grew wider, his teeth flashing in the dim light. “I like risky,” he said, his eyes glinting. “But we’ve got to be smart about it. We can’t just march up to the fort and lay it all out for Tyller. We need evidence, something that can’t be denied.”
Ben nodded, his mind racing. “We’ll need to set a trap,” he murmured. “Lure the sheriff and his cronies to one place, make them think we’re all alone out there, ripe for the picking.”
Sly’s eyes lit up with a malicious glee. “And then we spring the trap,” he said, his voice a low hiss. “With Tyller and his men waiting in the wings.”
Ben couldn’t help but laugh, a short, sharp bark that echoed in the stillness of the night. “You’ve got a devious mind, Sly,” he said, admiration clear in his voice.
Sly grinned, his teeth flashing in the moonlight. “It’s what keeps me alive in this town,” he said, slapping Ben on the back. “But we’re not out of the desert yet, amigo.”
The next few days were a whirlwind of preparation. Ben, Goldie, and the rest of the women at The Blossom worked tirelessly to gather supplies and spread the word about their impending journey to Cripple Water. They knew that the gold was their best hope for setting the trap that would bring the sheriff and his men to their knees.
On the morning they were to set out, Ben, Goldie, Beulah, and Lois stood before three horses, chosen by Sly for their speed and endurance. Ludy Luck, Ben’s trusty steed, was already saddled and ready, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Goldie’s horse, a sleek chestnut mare named Destiny, whinnied softly, sensing the tension in the air. Beulah and Lois had picked their mounts, a pair of sturdy bays that seemed to understand the gravity of their mission.
The sun had just begun to crest the horizon, casting long shadows across the dusty street as they mounted up. Goldie felt a thrill of anticipation mixed with fear as she swung her leg over Destiny’s back, her heart racing as the leather creaked beneath her. Ben looked over at her, his eyes filled with a determination that made her own resolve strengthen.
They set off at a fast pace, Ludy Luck and the three borrowed horses from Sly’s ranch eating up the ground beneath them. The animals were powerful and tough, their muscles rippling with every stride. They seemed to sense the urgency of their mission, pushing themselves to the limit without tiring. Beulah and Lois rode alongside, their faces a mix of excitement and apprehension.
As they approached the outskirts of Lawless Ridge, Goldie couldn’t help but feel a pang of nostalgia. This town had been her home for so long, a place where she had seen the worst of humanity but had also found friendship and purpose in the most unlikely of places. She glanced over at Ben, his tiny form sitting tall in the saddle, his eyes fixed on the horizon. Despite his size, he was a man of unyielding strength and courage.
They rode in silence, each lost in their own thoughts, the rhythmic cadence of the horses’ hooves the only sound breaking the stillness of the early morning. The sun climbed higher in the sky, casting a golden glow over the desert landscape that stretched out before them. The heat was already building, a promise of the scorching day to come.
As they journeyed on, Ben couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement mingled with trepidation. The gold represented not just wealth, but a chance to bring real change to Lawless Ridge. A chance to free it from the iron grip of the sheriff and his ilk. He knew that the path ahead would be fraught with danger, but the thought of Goldie waiting for him at the end of it spurred him on.
The sun climbed higher, casting a harsh light on the parched landscape. The heat was stifling, but the horses pushed through, their hooves kicking up clouds of dust that danced in the air like ghosts of the Old West. Goldie’s eyes remained fixed on the horizon, her mind racing with thoughts of their impending confrontation. She had never felt more alive than she did in this moment, her body thrumming with the promise of a future free from the town’s oppressive shadow.
Beulah and Lois rode in stoic silence, their expressions a mix of excitement and fear. They had seen the worst of Lawless Ridge, had felt the cold steel of its chains, and now they were racing towards a chance to bring it all down. Their bond with Goldie and Ben had grown stronger with each passing day, and they knew that together, they could face any challenge that lay ahead.
The journey to Cripple Water was long and arduous, the relentless sun beating down on their heads like a hammer on an anvil. Their horses, sweat-soaked and weary, carried them through the unforgiving desert with unwavering determination. The landscape was stark and desolate, the occasional cactus or tumbleweed the only reminder that life could exist in such a harsh environment.
Finally, as the sun began to set on the second day, the outline of the mine appeared on the horizon. It was a grim sight, a scar on the face of the earth, surrounded by a sea of dead grass and desolate rock. The mine’s wooden structure leaned precariously, as if it had been abandoned for decades, a silent sentinel to the greed and destruction that had once ravaged the land.
They approached the mine with caution, the clank of metal and the distant sound of pickaxes echoing through the stillness. The air was thick with dust and the acrid scent of old dynamite. Ben’s heart raced as he realized that they had arrived at Cripple Water, the place that held the key to their town’s redemption.
Dismounting their horses, they secured them to a nearby post, the animals grateful for the respite from the relentless sun. Ben reached into his saddlebag and pulled out a lantern, its metal frame cool to the touch. The glass was dusty, but the flame inside burned with a fierce, determined light. He passed it to Goldie, her eyes reflecting the flickering flame as she took it with a firm grip.
“Stay alert,” Ben whispered, his eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of trouble. “We don’t know who else might be out here.”
Goldie nodded, her grip tightening on the lantern. Beulah and Lois shared a look, their expressions a mirror of each other’s determination. They had come too far to turn back now.
“Lois, Beulah,” Ben said, his voice low and serious, “You two stay here with the horses. Keep an eye out for any trouble. If things go south, light a signal fire. We’ll need to know if we’ve got company.”
The two women nodded, their expressions a mix of concern and resolve. They had been through so much together, and this was just another chapter in their tumultuous story. They watched as Ben and Goldie approached the mine, their footsteps echoing in the stillness.
Ben led her inside with the map in hand, the crumpled parchment a beacon of hope in the dusty gloom. The mine’s interior was a labyrinth of shadow and light, the flickering flame casting eerie patterns on the rough-hewn walls. Their footsteps echoed through the emptiness, the only sound in the vast, hollow space.
The air grew thick with the scent of old sweat and gunpowder as they descended deeper into the earth. The map was their only guide, its faded lines and cryptic symbols a testament to the secrets it held. Goldie could feel the weight of the gold in her chest, a physical presence that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of her heart.
They navigated the twisting tunnels with a sense of urgency, the whispers of the past a constant reminder of the lives that had been lost in pursuit of the same treasure. The walls closed in around them, the heat pressing down like a heavy blanket, making it difficult to breathe. Yet, Ben forged ahead, his determination unwavering.
The map led them to a chamber that had once been the mine’s heart, now a silent tomb filled with the ghosts of the men who had perished in the pursuit of wealth. The air was thick with dust, and the only light came from their flickering lantern, casting long, jagged shadows across the floor.
In the center of the room stood a massive wooden support beam, its base buried in the rock. Ben approached it with a sense of reverence, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of the gold. The beam was old and rotted, a testament to the passage of time and the greed that had brought them here.
The map indicated a hidden compartment, and with trembling hands, Ben began to search for the mechanism that would reveal their prize. The air grew tense, the anticipation almost palpable. Beulah and Lois stood watch at the entrance, their eyes darting to every shadow, every creak of the timbers above them.
Finally, with a grunt of effort, Ben found the latch. The beam groaned as it swung open, revealing a cavernous space within. Goldie’s heart skipped a beat as the light fell upon the gleaming ore, the sight of it stealing her breath away.
The gold was piled high, a mountain of wealth that seemed to shimmer and pulse with an inner light. They had done it; they had found the treasure that could change the course of Lawless Ridge forever.
With trembling hands, Ben reached into the compartment and pulled out a handful of nuggets, the metal warm to the touch. Each one was a symbol of the town’s potential for redemption, a promise of a brighter future. He filled a sack with as much gold as he could carry, the weight of it a testament to the magnitude of their discovery.
Goldie’s eyes widened as she took in the sight, her heart racing. “Ben,” she whispered, her voice hushed with awe, “this gold ... it’s more than we ever dreamed.”
Ben turned to her, his own eyes shining with excitement, but also something else - a fierce tenderness. He cupped her cheek in his hand, the calluses from years of hard labor a stark contrast against her soft skin. “Goldie,” he said, his voice thick with emotion, “this gold is nothing compared to the treasure I have in you.”
Goldie blushed, her heart swelling with affection for the tiny man who had become her protector, her partner, her love. In this desolate, lawless town, Ben had proven himself to be a beacon of hope and justice. “You say the sweetest things, Ben,” she murmured, her eyes shining with unshed tears.
“It’s the truth,” he said, his voice gruff with emotion. “You’re worth more than all the gold in this mine, Goldie.” He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, his rough whiskers scraping against her skin. The warmth of his touch was a stark contrast to the coldness of the gold, reminding her that theirs was a bond forged in fire, a love that could not be bought or sold.
Goldie’s eyes searched his, finding the conviction that she needed. With a nod, she reached into the compartment, her hand closing around a fistful of gold. The metal was heavy and warm, the weight of it a stark reminder of the responsibility they now bore. “Let’s get this to Tyller,” she said, her voice firm. “We’ve got a town to save.”
They made their way back through the mine, the sack of gold swinging heavily between them. Ben handed the sack to Goldie, his eyes never leaving hers. “This is just the beginning,” he said, his voice low and determined. “We’re going to change Lawless Ridge, Goldie.”
Lois and Beulah, waiting anxiously outside, saw the gleam in their eyes and knew that their mission had been successful. The sight of the bulging sack was almost too much to believe. They had seen the gold before, of course, but now it was in their possession, a tangible symbol of their hope and defiance.
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